Bigby massaged his temples wearily, cigarette dangling from his lips. The pungent smoke wafted through the cramped apartment, but he paid it no mind. Right now, all he needed was a moment of respite.

"Listen, my reputation has nothing to do with you," Bigby stated, though it was only partially true. He didn't want your reputation to suffer because of his own; it seemed like he could never please the residents of Fabletown. "I'm trying my best here. I need you to do the same," He attempted to convey sincerity, but it came out sounding hollow.