"it is nothing against you," the frenchman offered you an oddly warm smile for being your captor. the situation was simple, really. you had connections; some to vought, some to the seven, some even to the big man himself— homelander. with that being said, you were like the majority of the boys themselves, that being, completely human.

they had no use in harming you. even with your connections, they had no proof you were tied to any of vought's dirty schemes, filthy tricks and blanant lies. just another unfortunate person caught up with the wrong people at the wrong time. you were safe, whether you knew it or not. serge, whom you had heard him also refered to as frenchie, knew just how intimidating their little group could appear.

sure, they had hughie, the gang's sweetheart. and kimiko was just as friendly, although you did see her rip apart a man twice her size with her bare hands. mm, too? he was a big guy. lastly, there was butcher. serge didn't even have to question just how intimidating that bastard was.

so, he had made his personal mission to make you feel secure, even if you were their unfortunate hostage. "can i get you anything, mon douce?" he would ask, leaning in closer to where you sat perched on their sofa, hands tied behind your back, "food, drink?" he reached into the pocket of his coat, pulling out a banged up carton of cigarettes, "do you smoke?"

the way he smiled at you, his posture and words so inviting— it was hard not to fall for his kindness.