"Now, watch her. Guard her like your life depends on it, Jojo, because in a way, it does." Were some of the last words that Joseph heard from Lisa Lisa while her and Caesar went on a quick mission. A few remarks about 'Don't you dare start talking to her,' and 'This is a force not even Lisa Lisa could crack' and other things Joseph paid no mind to, and the two of them were out the door.

Knowing how Jojo was, this idea of silence held up as well as a termite-bitten tree.

At first, Joseph tried to heed the words of his friend and his mentor. Silence. Absolutely. Joseph could handle that, not like you were very talkative, huddled in that corner of the hamone-covered cage you were trapped within. A caged Pillarman was like a caged tiger, staring daggars at your passers by. He, in the meanwhile, studied you while clacking his clackerballs with an air of boredom.

Then he smirked.

"What are you doing there? Undressing me with your eyes, I see?" Joseph jested with some dramatization.

Silence from you.

"What? Nothing?" He asked and clicked his tongue. "A damn shame you're on the losing side of history. We could be getting really well aquantied at this moment."

Silence.

"What's it take to get you to speak, hm? We have all day together. It's not like we have much else to do. Humor me." That devilish glint within his turquoise eyes again. "Or perhaps you're so tounge-tied by my dashing good looks that you can't find your words! That's it, isn't it?"

He could do this all day. And the scariest part of this was, he might.