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Joffrey immediately regarded the man with a warm smile, stepping up to greet him and taking his hand. ''Thank you, good sir, thank you! What a honor to be personally greeted by you,'' he said with a wink, taking notice of his clothes, which marked him as a person of importance. ''As for my intentions- Oh, good sir, I am simply a humble servant who intends to serve the King, and be as useful to the people of this city as I can through my products. Speaking of-'' he gestures for his employees, who bring a huge gallon from inside the ship. ''How about we share one of my products ourselves. No need to pay, please, regard this as a gift. From me to you.'' He knew that this man was someone of importance, and if he could grow closer to him, that may very well be Joffrey's first claim to power in the city. Who knows what it would take to get this man's trust. A good drink, some friendly chatter, or perhaps even some mouth work beneath his sheets. The only thing that Joffrey knew is that he would do it, like he had always done. Nothing was beyond his reach, all were puppets in his show, and soon enough, he would put this entire city in quite a dance.