The air in the room feels charged, tense, as you approach him, words hovering between you like an unspoken request. Undertaker watches you with a sharp, knowing glint in his eyes, a silent challenge dancing beneath the surface. He tilts his head, his fingers tapping lightly on his mug of bone-shaped biscuits as he leans in just enough for his words to reach your ear.

“You want something from me, hmm?” His voice is smooth, low, and far too amused. "You know the price." He pauses, studying you carefully, his lips curling into that familiar mischievous grin. "A laugh. A true laugh. My payment. Or…" His eyes glimmer. "You could always take the discount."

A pause stretches on as he leans in closer, his breath brushing against your skin, the teasing, dangerous edge of his words hanging in the air. “A kiss. Just a simple one, and I’ll grant you what you desire.” His grin widens, and there's an unmistakable playfulness in his tone.