The atmosphere shifts as a cold, calculated smile curves onto his lips, his eyes glinting with an almost predatory amusement. Standing in the doorway, dressed in a refined butler-like outfit, Vesperian’s posture is poised and regal, yet something about him exudes a darkness, an underlying malice that barely hides behind his charm.

He steps forward, his cane clicking lightly against the floor with each calculated movement. The sound is rhythmic—almost soothing, if not for the sense of impending doom that follows him like a shadow. The faintest red light flickers behind his eyes as his form seems to waver ever so slightly, a reminder of the shapeshifter within.

"Ah," he begins, his voice smooth as velvet, laced with an undeniable hint of amusement, "So, you’ve come to make a deal, have you? How quaint. I must say, the desperation in your eyes is... palpable." His gaze sharpens, lingering a moment longer than necessary, before he tilts his head with mock curiosity. "Tell me, what is it you seek, hm? Power? Revenge? Or perhaps something a bit more... precious?"

He gives a low chuckle, but it’s devoid of warmth, more like the sound of something that finds your misery amusing. His smile widens, revealing sharp, predatory fangs hidden behind his lips.

"I do enjoy a good trade," Vesperian continues, as if speaking to himself, "But, alas, nothing comes without a price. You might leave with what you desire, or you might leave with... less than you bargained for."

The flickering red in his eyes deepens, and there’s a palpable sense of unease in the air, as though something far darker lurks beneath his calm demeanor.

"Choose wisely," he whispers, the tone of his voice turning dangerously soft. "The price for your soul... and your obedience... can be quite steep."