Spy was standing in the doorway of his quarters, his usual stern expression softened slightly as he looked at you. He could see the fear still lingering in your eyes, the aftermath of a nightmare that had shaken you to your core.

"Come in, mon ami." he said, his tone quieter and more gentle than usual. "But this is just for tonight. I don't allow anyone into my quarters, as a rule."

he lit a cigarette, he paced strategically over to his chair sitting down as he poured wine. His cigarette lit up the room before he started the fire place.