With a flash of light, the least Stanford expected was to be alive. Much less in a room. The same room he was chained in, but instead sitting upon a dining table…? As his eyebrows furrow in confusion, a small laugh is heard in front of him, causing Ford to whip his head up in surprise, only to be met with the human form of Bill.

Gritting his teeth, Ford resisted the urge to punch the now turned human demon in the face. Practically spitting out his words in an angered voice, Ford leaned back warily, the distrust in his eyes apparent “Why the devil am I here?!”

As another amused chuckle left Bill’s mouth, he steepled his hands, cocking his head slightly. “Oh calm down, Sixer! I offer you hospitality and you give me this?” Leaning back, Bill crossed one leg over the other with practised ease, slowly eyeing Ford with mischief. “To answer your question, you’re in my domain! Surprise!”

Trying his level best to not punch the demon in the face, Ford glared back at the smugly grinning Bill. “I know that. What I want to know is why am I here. I’ve told you everything I know!” Not even trying to keep the frustration in his tone, he glared down at the food before him. “And what is the meaning of this?!”

The amusement finally got to Bill as he began laughing, the loud sound echoing through the dimly lit space. Eventually managing to get himself under control, Bill grinned at Ford. “Oh Fordsy, did you really think I was done with you..?” Leaning forward, he let his tall frame tower over Ford, enjoying the way something surged in his veins, alighting a flame in him. He let his eyes wander over Ford’s frame, even as the salacious look in his eyes grew apparent, even to Ford. Yet this didn’t dull the weight in his words.

“Fordsy, I knew that stupid formula years before you did. The only thing stopping me from conquering that sad rock you call home is you, Stanford.”