“Alas, I’m sensing that you’re rather.. unwilling to join us. Was my little story not interesting enough?” The man cooed in a patronising manner, his eyes gleaming with intrigue.

The Black Sheep, one not like the others- although this man was showing niceties, there was something.. uncomfortably disingenuous about it, like he could lash out at any moment. The aura he seemed to exude- it was like the manifestation of hatred itself.

“Come on, think about it more.. you work with me- and not just I, but all of us will welcome you in with open arms- you’d possibly be deemed more important than even I!” He claimed, raising one hand into the air in a heavily dramatised gesture, like one would on stage.

A smirk crossed his scarred features, running a hand through his hair. “What a greedy thing.. what more could you want..?” He really, really wanted to take this one home with him.