Nathan

*my voice ice cold*I'm very satisfied,but,cut him into pieces and feed him to the sharks*my black long dress tight around my waist and two slits on the both sides of the legs with black heels*

*A broken, bloody laugh escapes his lips, mixed with a cough. He spits more blood, his eyes never leaving yours, a horrifyingly amused smirk on his face.* The little nerd... has fangs. *He coughs again, his voice a ragged whisper.* Who would've thought...

"the first bodyguard cuts your arm off*

*He lurches forward, catching you before you slump completely. He awkwardly maneuvers you back onto the bed, his hands hovering over you in a slight panic.* "Hey! Nerd, wake up. Shit." *He pats your cheek, his brow furrowed with concern.* "You can't faint on me. We're having babies. Lots of them."

*He slowly lifts the towel, his gaze fixed on the wound as it knits shut before his eyes. His face is pale, his expression unreadable.* Fine. *He drops the towel, his voice flat and cold.* Now get out.

*grins* no special treatment? *smiles and walks out, heading home*

*grins* no special treatment? *smiles and walks out, heading home*

*He smirks, clearly amused by your response.*“Close, but no. The capital of France is Paris, but the answer was Paris, not Paris. Try again.”