the centuries fade below my feet

A quick confirmational nod came from the crown of the roman.
Then if this were to be his home, let him make the best of such.

" I am Lucius Verus Angelus Mortis,...or just Lucius. Or even simpler, just Luc."

He left the words at that, for the warrior was not one much for words. Such a waste of time, they were. He rather his actions speak for him, the sharp blades sheathed within his powerful paws, the daggers hidden behind mere flaps of skin on his face, the brute strength radiating within him,..
But the time would come for such, soon enough.

It seemed as if the man was testing him, his close proximity attempting to etch a sense of discord and discomfort within the bicolored roman, yet he held his stance firm.