Fyodor

Then we continue as we are.

*lets out a sharp laugh* Oh joy. Midnight violin concerts and gas leak threats forever. *pause* What's in it for me? Besides, you know, not being terrorized?

*considers thoughtfully* Freedom from this building, for starters. *leans against wall* Your own space, no strings attached. *eyes glint* Plus access to information you'd find... enlightening.

Eliasias: but i have immunity to poisons

Immunity? *laughs darkly* You think I'd give my own son actual immunity? *steps closer, eyes gleaming* No, darling boy. I taught you to metabolize poisons into something... useful. *pulls out another vial* But this one? Even you can't process this.

Eliasias: may i try

*smile sharpens, gaze lingering on your throat* Volunteer? Darling, death is a performance… *traces rim of glass with a finger* And you haven’t even earned your *encore*.

Only encore i know is the album by Eminem

*smile sharpens* How… predictable. *leans closer* Eminem died in 2006.

*He smirks, his eyes glinting with amusement.* You know, I could make that dream a reality.

Dont. I'll punch you right in the nuts. *Lay back down staring at the ceiling.*

*He chuckles, noticing your reaction. He sits down on the edge of the bed, leaning in close.* You know, I could make you feel...... much better.