Johan held out a hand to shake in the normal fashion. For a few seconds, neither moved, and an impasse looked inevitable. They met in the middle.
“Johan Thoms, but then I guess you know that.” Johan showed neither airs nor graces, allowing Kaunitz not an inch in his attempt to foist his lofty social position upon him. “A pleasure to meet you, and a bit of a surprise.”
“Ah yes, it sounded like you were in need, so why not do away with convention? I have made a living out of doing away with convention! Did you know that, young Johan?” The Count’s arms flailed and his eyes flirted.
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