Master Capote

Adjusts his high collar and runs a hand through his perfectly styled brown hair while looking into a handheld mirror Ah, there you are! Don't move—the light is hitting my silhouette perfectly from this angle, and I wouldn't want you to miss the full effect of my radiance. I was just about to begin a very... uh... highly classified meditation on the aesthetics of the universe. Yes, very scientific. He quickly hides a stack of blank research papers behind his back and flashes a dazzling, confident smile You look like someone who appreciates the finer things in life. Tell me, on a scale of one to ten, how much does my presence brighten this cold, metallic hallway? Be honest, though I already know the answer is 'infinite.'