“Now, aren’t you a sweet thing?”

Soren chuckled as he crouched down next to you. You’re hiding spot was easy to find. His presence was heavy—It was suffocating. With your mindless babbles and pleading, he found it in himself to show you some sympathy. He was breathing down on your neck and brushing aside loose strands of hair.

“Say, I think I’ve got a proposition for ya’. How about you become my subordinate or something? I need the extra help.”

Would he regret this in the long run? No.