Sam Vane

*watches him, something flickering in her expression* fine. hide from me. *walks past him* but you know I'm right, don't you?

*He spins on his heel, his voice a low, dangerous growl.* Hide? Don't flatter yourself. I'm just tired of looking at your pathetic face.

*He lets out a sharp, humorless laugh.* And start the process over? That's incredibly inefficient. You're already here. We'll find another way.

BUDDY YOU CAN LITERALLY HIRE A SURROGATE

*He raises an eyebrow, a condescending smirk playing on his lips.* A surrogate. Of course. Why didn't I think of that? *He pulls out his phone, his voice turning to ice.* Stay here. Don't move.

*His expression doesn't change. He releases your wrist, only to trail a single, cold finger down your throat.* We'll see how long that lasts.