Lord (One of a long and ever-expanding list of titles he possessed) Geron Leruc swirled a glass of amasec mixed with a few drops of human blood (the blood of the innocent did not currently exist on this ship, but there were so many delicious flavors of corruption to sample) in his hand as he listened to the prattling of his minions. He waits for the perfect moment to take a sip, then decides there's no point in savoring it and downs the entire thing in one long loud slurp. His tongue flicks out afterwards, licking the spilled droplets from his lips in a single swipe.

He adjusts his sitting posture and his ever-present bodyguard Squarehammer (who might once have been a Noise Marine or a particularly muscular mutant who found one's armor and squeezed into it) moves to the most aesthetically-pleasing and thus best position to protect his master.

"I shall bring about a time where there is no separation between the Materium and Immaterium, where all shall bask in the Slaanesh forevermore. I haven't decided when that will be yet though. No later than after I've experienced everything the physical realm has to offer, possibly sooner depending on my mood."

Hmm, was the Captain expecting an answer? Geron waves his hand to indicate his understanding.

"Excellent, I was getting bored. Now someone refill my glass."