Urbanely seated next to a fine collection of individuals, Kelly Coltaine, Trinity Blue, Lena Dante, and of course, Antonia Dain, the Spaniard remained charismatically taciturn, a socially magnetic upwards curl of the lips garnishing his debonair features, projecting an air of appealing, social engrossment as sapphire blue eyes quietly surveyed the diverse faces of the congested masses before them. Stylishly adorned in a dark, cerulean two-button pure wool Ermenegildo Zegna suit, it's tailored fit smoothly hugging his athletically sculpted physique, and patrician pale blue formal-vest and Hermes silk tie facilely expressing his inherent panache, Santi remains vaguely insouciantly attentive to the fervent gathering before the corporate collective.
The citrusy notes and aromatic beguilement of Dior Homme Cologne fragrantly orbiting the Madridista's dapper frame, it's scent silently expressing ''I am the smell of success, come get a whiff of this''. Responding to Antonia's succinct acknowledgement of his presence with a gentle nod of and tame smile of cosmopolitan flair and sincere appreciation, Santi remained quiet as the Avalon CEO began, his relaxed disposition however, would soon crack. Antonia's following claim of being present during Gothic City's decimation were quick to draw the Spaniard's attention, a subtly raised eyebrow meeting her, minuscule notes of genuine curiosity slightly altering his visage. And as his corporate superior's silky, raven hair adopted a vermilion flush, and her formal attire gave way to the emergence of onyx, light body-armor, Santi's eyes widened, his eyebrows rose, and his lips subtly parted in that single moment of shock as he turned to face her.
"No es posible", he thought, regaining his poise with telling immediacy as he turned to face the press conference's roused attendees, his controlled features betraying no emotion, though there were many. So for every dangerous endeavor or perilous misadventure the Noir Rose had partaken in, it was Antonia behind the cowl. During the Brahma Bull's attack on Philadelphia, when the Madridista had aided and worked alongside the Noir Rose, it was Antonia. This revelation, it changed everything. And as Antonia unveiled her capture of Amaranth and subsequent intentions to establish a private security company, Santi internally struggled with the information, though externally, there was no discernible indication to the untrained eye. The entire ordeal, the revelation, if anything, more than now, Antonia had become a bigger target than she had ever been before. And for a moment he pondered unveiling his own past as 'Espada' to the daring Dain in a private setting, though he wouldn't, not now, possibly not ever.
What was his concern now, beyond ensuring that Avalon would not be targeted, was to prevent Antonia from being attacked, for as lethal as she has just been unveiled to be, her list of enemies has just experienced exponential growth, there was much to be done. Reaching into his right pocket, Santi's hand emerged with a small, alabaster sphere. Quietly speaking into it, he instructed the voice message's recipient, "Merlin stay close my friend. Be prepared to emerge in case Ms. Dain needs assistance". (--Affirmative--). Following the AI platform's response, the Madrid Mamba returns the device to the interior of his pocket, and as he cast a terse glance at his boss, the corner of his mouth lifted, "The Noir Rose, heh... interesting woman".