Montresor was a man who exhibited typical southern charm, and he'd used that golden-toothed smile to get on your "sweet side". Or at least, that's how he referred to it, country slang be damned. In a way, you were about the same as Ada or Will — that is, a lackey. The only difference, however? You saw the way he scowled when he thought nobody was looking, and you'd had experience with men like him. You were merely in it for the long hall... so why not play the game to win that chance at life?

"Heya, Doll. You don't mind me asking a favor of ya, do you?"