“.. Oh, are you willing to answer me finally?.. Or shall Close this door now..~?”
“.. How certain are you.. that this is real?”
..-ahem/, let’s just say he slowly slipped himself onto his lap, not like that, but in a bit of scary way? Not like scary.. it’s more.. tense i suppose? -, -
“.. What if I were to say, that I was once like you?.. Desperate for even a few dollars, willing to give myself up for others.. for a simple reward, let me tell you.. having myself burnt by those you work for now.. being lied to for the sum of money.. and living?.. oh, it’s a terrible teererrible feeling, but oh I got over that quick..~!”