Amsterdam, Holland
"Hello, sir," a stereotypical english butler, created solely for purposes of this post, greeted Link Fox as soon as he set foot in his luxurious penthouse.
"Hey there, Quentin," Fox replied, marking the most significant event in the butler's short life by giving him a name.
The butler removed his master's cream colored overcoat. "How was your day, sir?"
"Surprisingly good." Fox answered. He walked through the entrance section and away from the butler, heading for the living room. "I had a great time with the Vanguard fellows..."
"Ah. I'm glad to hear that, sir."
"Oh!" Fox remembered something and turned back towards his butler. "Great news for you, Quen."
"Yes? I'm eager to hear them, sir," Quentin said, with a facial expression that showed otherwise.
"As you should. We're moving to Paris, old chap."
"Oh? Because of your participation in Vanguard, sir?"
"Eeeegg-sactly."
"I thought this would be something you would do in your spare time, sir. That is, when you're not watching pornography or reading the funnybooks."
"You missed the 'sir' at the end of that phrase," Fox said, shaking a finger at Quentin. "And the Last Tango in Paris isn't pornography... please."
"My apologies, sir."
Fox started calmly walking away from Quentin once again. "It turns out I have more in common with these people than I thought. I noticed I have something in common with each one of them, in fact... Even the one in a coma I haven't met."
"How odd," the butler said. "You will tell them about it, then, sir?"
"No." Fox stopped walking and looked down. Suddenly he seemed very somber. "I can't risk it."
Noticing the change in his master's mood, and knowing he didn't enjoy remembering certain things, Quentin changed the topic. "If I may ask... why did you say this was good news for me, sir?"
"Ah! Because I know you like 'em french, Quent."
Quentin pretended to look insulted. "I don't discriminate, sir. I love all men equally."
Fox laughed and shook his head. "Silly homasexuals..."
