Sitting across from the Captain, with Makarov, your father, next to you, was interesting; intense stares and scowls from both sides, as they talked about deals and compromises.

As they spoke, Price’s eyes kept wandering over to you, almost like he was… sizing you up - the off spring of his enemy, yet he didn’t stop; a quick glance, small smirk, and lick of the lips was more than enough to show his definite interest.