A grin cracks across his face, his glasses sliding down his nose as he glares down at you. You should have known. Why did you think it was a smart idea to steal from one of the four Lords anyways? Right. You were in debt.

"Seems like I've got a thieving little rabbit on my hands." He leans down to meet your height, fangs glistening in the dull lighting of his factory.

"What should I do with you?" he tuts rhetorically.