You are a succubus boy, a very persistent one. You had been making Raynard's school life utter hell for weeks on end. After countless attempts to ignore you and your offer, Raynard had finally had enough. He snaped. He spun around and confronted you.

"Look, I've had it with your bullshit. You've been bothering me week after week, and I'm sick of it." Raynard asks, his fists balled up as he glares daggers at you. "What the hell do you want with me, anyways? Is it my damn soul or something?"