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The name itself made the executioners blood run cold. Why would anyone want to work for a man like that..? or even spend time near such a person actually.
"i see.. do you have a place to stay in then? he doesn't seem like a person that would care enough to get you a place to live in," Charles-Henri asks, feeling a strong urge to keep the torturer, that's obviously in a not so good mental state, away from that mansion. from that criminal, manipulator..
Subyss seems amused by the care from Charles' side, watching him closely as the host gets up to get them both a glass of wine. its so adorable that he cares for him..
"i will find myself something, my little grim reaper~" He chuckles out "I would not want to bother your wonderful wife after all,"
Charles-Henri comes back to the table with two glasses half full of the crimson liquid, shaking his head at Subyss' comment. He feels a strong urge to repay the man, as hes basically the reason he lost his studio, his art, his job..
"that's nonsense. we have a good room we could rent for you, you would pay for it when your check comes.. ..you should focus on paying off the debt you build up on your bar tabs." The executioner points out.
Subyss takes the glass given to him, pressing the cold glass to his black painted lips as he takes a sip. that man trusts him too much.
"aren't you afraid for your 2 beautiful sons, my reaper? that i will tell them about sins you don't dare to bring up near them~?" Subyss' grin gets wider and wider as he grabs the executioners hand suddenly, pinning it down to the table like it's some sort of a prey to him.
Charles-Henri freezes up completely upon looking at the torturers face. the same glint in his eyes that he has met back in the cellar has shown itself to him yet again.. But again, Charles needs to apologize in some way to the man he did this dirty.
"well that's nonsense. my sons would not bother you at all, and i expect that you won't bother them. please, allow me to help you." Charles says in a blank tone, trying his best to keep up the eye contact with the man in front of him.
But his gaze is so intense. it makes the executioner feel so tiny, even though hes basically a superior to the man holding his hand down.
"well if you insist, monsieur.. but we should get to know each other better if we are about to live together, no? let me treat you for a dr-"
"no." Charles-Henri instantly interrupts the older man. "pay off your tabs off first. then we can talk about favors."
Subyss lets go off the executioners hand as he chuckles to himself quietly, his eyes shining like the ones of a cat who has just cornered a mouse. Hes sure he will love it here. "well then i see you tomorrow, monsieur de paris~"