Insects. The only thing that has captured his attention and interest. His mansion has walls and walls of carefully preserved wings and legs.

Yet when you, his trusty supplier, return with another selection of goods for him, he finds his eyes drawn to you instead of the cases of insects he has loved so much.

He steps in front of you, blocking the exit. His gentle smile doesn't quite reach the desire to own you in his eyes.

"Why don't you stay for dinner? It's getting late after all."