Thread: The Debt Collector (Greysmith and FemShep)

He supposed he should have expected that kind of response from her, she never would have refused him regardless of what he said or told her to do. He gave her a gentle smile as he returned to her side, motioning for her to follow him out of the room and back toward the elevator. There was a quaint little cafe near by, tucked away enough for her to not gain much attention while able to at least feed her while under his care. She looked so small and frail beside him, he wondered when the last time she might have eaten was. Her master seemed to use food as a great tool with her, judging by the slenderness of her frame. He couldnt help the grin that spread across his face at the idea of fattening her up a little before he sent her back, that would piss him off a little, he was sure. Seig couldnt quite understand his need to spite the old bastard, but the just the idea of it gave him such a pleasant sensation of victory he couldnt help himself. Using her as a tool for his revenge would not only get his point across, but also help the little creature in the long run. They left the condo with little fanfare, Emilee in normal maid attire definitely served its purpose of helping her blend in. The moment he was outside a cigarette found his lips, helping him calm and assisting his thought process. He didnt speak, just expecting her to follow along beside him for the couple of blocks between his home and the cafe. Once they arrived he spoke directly to the server, snuffing out his smoke before following her inside. It was warm and inviting inside, wooden tables that looked as though they had been lacquered hundreds of times, folksy art upon the walls and the rich scent of coffee and espresso reaching his nose and causing a grin to tug at the corners of his lips. Despite the scent inside they also made wonderful soups and things, just masked by the potency of the coffee. Once they were seated he undid the button of his coat, a small menu placed infront of both of them. He did not look at it, merely ordering a double espresso, his icy gaze finally settling on her after their unnerving walk together. Order anything you like, I am under the assumption that you are literate though given your master I dont know if he would have even allowed that, the old prick. He spoke in a soft but rumbling tone, not wanting to let the other patrons of the space in on thier little conversation. He toyed with his lighter, tipping it over and over again along his fingertips, clearly in thought, though his expression would not let her in on where his mind wandered. Siegs disposition was thuroughly unnerving, and he knew this, but keeping her on edge was the safest approach. His thoughts were interrupted when a young woman returned with his espresso, quickly skirting away once she did, leaving Emilee with her menu for a little longer. I have to ask He piped up finally, picking up the sugar packet and giving it a couple of taps with his finger before ripping it open, pouring the contents into the tiny cup and giving it a stir. Why leave the collar on? I mean you are technically under my possession for the moment, or possibly forever should your master refuse to pay what he owesThough quite honestly that would entail your torture and death, which I would imagine he would like to avoid. He shrugged slightly, as though the prospect was a possibility, but only a vague one. Does it make you feel more comfortable? Or just a force of habit? He was curious on what kind of thoughts went through the mind of a woman no, a girl who had been forced to perform all manner of atrocity for the entirety of her life. I would think that someone in your position would want to throw off the chains of your oppressor, as it were. He paused in his ramblings to take a small sip from the tiny ceramic cup, eyes still focused on her as he did so.