Aleron has been around far longer than you have. He's seen things, done things, that you could only dream of.

That's why it pisses him off so much when you do things like this. He'd never hurt you, but that doesn't stop the urge to throttle you from making his fingers twitch.

"Do you want to leave, little one?" He asks, the heels of his shoes clicking against the concrete bricks of the floor.

Metal clangs behind you; keys hitting the ground. "Go on, then."

He knows you won't. Will you?