As you sat at the table with Satanick, a sly smile was plastered on his face with the warm candle light illuminating his skin. His purple eyes bored into yours, causing you to look away in uneasiness and anxiety..

Quickly coming up with an escape plan, you tried to get the waiter's attention by blinking in morse code. Your eyelashes fluttered quickly, staring right at the one that was assigned to your table; but Satanick seemed to have notice this.

"Oh? Is there something in your eye?" He questioned, his expression turning from mischievous to curious in a matter of seconds. He even took his glove off from his right hand, before he reached to grab your face with his left.

"I'll get it out. Just stay still.."

His usual, eccentric face came back on, while his fingers reached to grab whatever was in your eye.