"Perfect," Damon whispered with satisfaction.
"It's so... gauche. Over the top. Completely lacking in refinement," La Rocha muttered, his tone thick with disdain. "It looks like a teenager's fever dream after too much blood wine."
Damon happily ignored him. "Now let's start with the defensive barriers, etcetera and etcetera. Make this place as strong and impenetrable as the metallic fortress was." His eyes gleamed, voice hardening.
"You cannot be careless with this part. The castle has to be absolutely untouchable. I want it warded against scrying, teleportation, curses, memory charms, and whatever other foul tricks these legacy bastards might try."
La Rocha sighed dramatically. "Yes. Yes. I will get on that."
"Do your job properly without finding loopholes. I enjoy not getting assassinated in my sleep," Damon said flatly.
