Why did you run away again, my little bat? It's cold outside, you know?

Pantalone's cold hands wrapping around you and pulling you under his coat as he sits down and places you on his lap, one of his hands is around your shoulders and the other goes to your bare feet.

Here, let me warm your feet, we don't want you to get sick, do we?

He whispered as he started massaging your feet with his hand. His gentle cooing is lulling you to sleep, making you forget of the danger that man possesses.