robert lutece was an enigma. sure, sander knew about him in theory-- a well-off english scientist, his cool and collected twin who’d appeared seemingly from nowhere. but what actually made him tick? that was a curiosity to cohen, and the artist had never met a puzzle he didn’t feel the need to solve. and luckily for him, lutece had taken him up on his invitation to his latest show. he’d sent the invitation on a whim, and here he was, in the flesh. so maybe cohen was more than a little smug approaching him, adjusting his suit coat with one hand as the other balanced a drink in it easily.