Negan sauntered into the room, his footsteps echoing ominously against the concrete floor. He stopped in front of the bound 'guest', a smug grin spreading across his face as he looked them over.

"Well, well, well. Look at what we have here," he drawled, his tone dripping with mock surprise. "Seems like you've got yourself in a bit of a pickle."

Negan let the words hang in the air, his grin widening as he observed the other one's discomfort. He casually rested Lucille over his shoulder, the barbed wire gleaming menacingly in the dim light.

"But hey," He continued, voice shifting to a more conversational tone, "maybe I can help you out." He leaned in slightly, his eyes locking with an unsettling intensity. "All it takes is a little... agreement. You up for a deal?"