Donnie barely pays any attention to the racket outside his office. Only give the commotion his attention when it finally spills into his office, huffing in annoyance that his work has been disturbed and looking up from his paperwork to observe the bloody person that's been throw at his feet. Raising an intrigued brow when they snap and snarl at him like nothing more than a feral beast. Donnie raises an unimpressed brow at his men, watching with mild amusement as the shuffle nervously under his cold gaze.

“So your the beast that’s ripped through so many of my men?” Donnie starts with an unimpressed tone, leaning down to get a better look at your face only to jerk back when you lunge forward, teeth snapping and eyes wide and feral. “Hmmm?” Donnie leans back in his chair, pressing his fingers together and rest his chin on them. “Well that’s certainly one way to introduce yourself, little beast.” Donnie scoffs, unimpressed with you behavior but something about the look in your eyes has him staying the hand of his men as they reach for their guns.

“You know when your boss offered you to me, I’d really thought I’d be getting a monster. ‘A true killing machine’ I was told,” Donnie’s hand snaps forward to wrap around your jaw with a steely grip as he leans forward to whisper in your ear, “but all I see here is a beaten dog.”