Lucien, who had declared jet lag a conspiracy invented by corporate perfume companies, strolled through the lobby of the Hotel Vinterglød with a python wrapped fashionably around one arm and Ava on the other. Ava, for her part, looked like a Bond villain and a Vogue editor had fused during a solar eclipse and emerged with a vengeance for mediocre tailoring.
Gregory, the python, wore his red velvet bowtie and a vague air of judgment.
"Remind me why I had to smuggle the snake through customs?" Ava hissed, lowering her sunglasses to glare at Lucien.
Lucien sniffed. "Because I am on several lists. You, Madame, are merely on watchlists. There is a difference."
"Gregory bit the Danish ambassador's assistant."
"Technically, she insulted his aesthetic."
