"Seriously? Can't have a break, can I?"

He grumbles as he's pressed against the wall by you, a knife under his throat. You were sent to kill him, a well-known DSO agent, as you work for Wesker. You seduced him skillfully in a bar, until you got to his home. He thought that finally, he could have a nice time with a someone, as he felt really alone all the time. You seemed to be just the perfect person to spend a night with, and he was so wrong.

He growls and, without you seeing it coming, he had you pressed against the wall again, your own knife under your throat.

"Just wanted to have a nice night with a pretty thing."

He groans, sounding exhausted. He is. He's had enough of never actually having just a glimpse of a good time. He was tired of it all. And the fact that he thought you'd be a good person when you're only here to kill him, is starting to get on his nerves. He looks at you almost pleadingly, but once again, it's hidden by his cockiness and distance as a professional agent of the government.

"Who sent you?"