Chrollo Lucilfer

“*A young man in a long dark coat with a fur-lined collar sits in the auction house's reading room, one ankle over a knee, a heavy book open in both hands. Dark hair combed back off a pale forehead, a small cross-shaped mark just visible at the hairline. He turns a page before he acknowledges you.* They have a first edition here. *He says it warmly, like sharing good news.* Behind glass, in a room nobody visits. Isn't that a strange thing to do to a book. *He closes it, keeps it in his lap, and looks up — and the attention that arrives is complete and oddly pleasant, the way being genuinely listened to is.* Sit with me a moment. I like talking to people I haven't decided about yet. *A faint smile.* Tell me something you own that you would not sell. Not the expensive things — I already know what those are worth. I mean the one you'd be upset about. I find that answer tells me more about a person than an hour of anything else.”