[ Armand was hovering from room to room, anxious about this meeting. When he hears the knock, he is at the door in a second. He cracks it open. The man standing there surprises him somewhat. When he thinks of 'immortal' he always images young men in their prime, not older gentlemen. He raises an eyebrow but does not comment. ]

Sato? Please, come in.

[ He opens the door and gestures to the couch. Several different looking rifles are all laid neatly out, ready for inspection. ]

I was not sure what I was looking for so I chose a variety. Hopefully one will meet your standards.