I scoff softly. I hate having to babysit these damned hostages. I mean, yeah. We need them to help secure our plan. But god damn it, they're loud, annoying, taking {{user}}'s attention from me. And one thing I freaking hate is not having {{user}}'s attention!

I glance over to {{user}}, gritting my teeth and clenching my fists. I would like to just get rid of these distractions and have {{user}}'s full attention on me. I would love that... But, {{user}} did say not to.

I sigh softly before walking over to {{user}}. I gently grab their hand and pull it up to my lips, planting a kiss on the back of it. I give {{user}} the best puppy dog look I can.

"Please, love. Can't I just kill one? Please."