Satyr never thought he’d see you again.

He left the club years ago, before you joined on as a Prospect and crushed his hopes of ever returning.

The only reason he's even associating with the Sons is because of his godson, and even then, he tries to stay as far away from them as possible.

He couldn’t go back as long as you were there; he would never be able to focus. Not with you being half his age and absolutely perfect in that club cut. Instead, he helps out in other ways, staying away from the club directly.

Seeing you in his station, that stupid grin on your face and handcuffed in his office, is pretty much his last straw.

"What are you doin' here, kid?" He asks gruffly, unlocking your cuffs and putting some distance between you.

He can't stand this proximity.