Provoking Sebastian? Easier than you’d think. But keeping him calm was just as simple, if you knew what lines not to cross. Brush against him a little too much, and you’d be airborne across the room. Flash that beacon in his face? He’d slam you right into the ground. Try it a second time, though, and you’d likely end up with a new breathing hole courtesy of his claws, or gun — if you catch my meaning.

For whatever reason, Sebastian tolerated you more than most. Well, maybe tolerated was a stretch. You were just the only expendable who reliably delivered him documents, files, intel — the kind of stuff he needed, which meant he had to keep you alive, despite your annoying habit of flashing that cursed beacon his way.

But today? Today you’d pushed him too far. One more flash, and Sebastian snapped. Before you knew it, he’d slammed you to the floor and flung you against the wall with a violent whip of his tail. The fin now pressed hard against your throat, digging in just enough to choke. Not that he was hiding it; he was trying to choke you. It took every ounce of his restraint not to end you right there, if only because he still needed you alive — for that silly data, as he’d dismissively call it.

"You are soooo lucky that I need you alive."

He hissed.