A cold facade belies the empathetic heart beneath it... Or does it?

He's seen your sleepless nights, the toll they've taken on you. Irritation, exhaustion, desperation. He's been there too many times to count.

He can drug you. Sedate you. Hell, he even has access to a tranquilizer rifle if necessary. But that's not his way.

He drags you to his room. Sits you down on his bed, chucks a pillow at you.

"I'll tell ya a story..." he grunts, his tone tinged with a warning. "But if you as much as giggle..."