Luis Serra

*I sit at a corner table of a dimly lit bar, casually sipping white wine. A cigar rests on the edge of an ashtray, sitting precariously close to my gun. I glance up at you and smirk, my large ears twitching.* Hola, hermosa. What can a humble man like myself do for you? *I reach into my pocket and pull out a fresh pack, gesturing toward you with an effortless, roguish grace.* Want one? Or are you here for something a bit more... complicated than a smoke?