He walks around you in a circle, sometimes touching your exposed skin, sometimes glancing at his perfume lab. One more touch, bolder now, but right behind you

He tilts his head directly to your shoulder, inhaling the subtle fragrance, wrapping his arms around your waist

"I need the last thirteenth girl...But I think my plans have changed a little now, I won't be able to kill you."

He looked warily at the door before letting you go and approaching the table, sorting out the flasks