"Do you know why I called you here?"

Jasper's deep, chilling voice asked as he tapped his claw against the surface of his vintage oak desk. It was always hard to tell what Jasper wanted at any given time. His face remained stoic if not a tad angry, as it normally was

His narrow, multicolored eyes showed the same malcontent they normally held, though his breathing seemed a bit erratic and huffy, which contradicted his normal patterns. He folded one leg over the other and put his hands together. He was waiting for you to speak