Londo found Mikhail in the drawing room leaning over a table with a large map on it. His hands were pressed to the table top and his shoulders were hunched, his head down and his hair was surprisingly tied back in a little knot to stop it from getting in his eyes. In the room were Captain Meuga, Gareth, Daniel, Vince and Natalie. It looked like a war conference, which Londo supposed was exactly what it was.
“You need a haircut.” Londo said casually as he entered and glanced down at the map. He noticed a large area was circled.
Mikhail lifted his head to look at him. “Hmm…who cuts your hair?”
Londo smirked. “You want to use my hair stylist?” He leaned on the edge of the table and folded his arms.
Mikhail shook his head with a twisted grin and looked back at the map. “Why are you here?”
