War is imminent

The atmosphere in Albert's living room was tense, the shadows of the night creeping in through the large windows. Strax, with his ironic posture and defiant gaze, stood firm in front of his father, who, as always, showed no emotion when he saw him. 

Diana, on the other hand, stood in the background, watching what seemed to be the prelude to yet another confrontation between the two. 

"How are you?" Strax said with a wry smile, crossing his arms. "We have a lot to discuss." 

Albert didn't reply immediately, his eyes fixed on his son, as if measuring the weight of his words. Finally, he leaned forward slightly in his chair, his voice cold as ice: "You took your time. I thought you'd come faster, tell me you've got some good news, because around here, we're just postponing the inevitable."