Thread: Villainous deeds, heroic dreams {Dawnella x ForeverMischievous]

Jason nodded lightly at her thanks, giving her nothing else to signify his reaction to this. She had to realize, that this could end both really badly, and just slightly bad. She had to realize who he was. There was no way, she came unprepared for this. His eyes, for a short second, caught a glance towards her bag, before his eyes returned to the drink he was making for himself. It seemed obvious, that she had something there. His butler always, without any exceptions, asked if he could carry the guests bags. And having said no, could be for several reasons, but he was fairly certain of one. But he felt no fear towards her gadgets, tools, weapons or what ever she might've tucked down there. If she took just a few more steps with him, deeper into the house, there was no way she was getting out. Unless she was prepared to break her code. Which, in this case, would probably only get her killed. The large man chuckled lightly, looking down to her as she requested her drink, before preparing the ingredients. Unsurprising, I must admit. He snickered, gently, as his hands prepared a slightly stronger one of the sorts. Apologies if it's a bit strong. Force of habit. He smiled, offering the drink to her, as she began her evolved thanks for the invitation. His eyes gazed to her eyes as she spoke, the smile slightly fading, making it clear being reminded of it, didn't exactly invoke pleasant memories. But his lips soon curled back into a small, crooked smile, as he turned towards the door the maid had come from earlier, hinting for her to follow him. It is not soon, at all. It is the reason your here, after all. He replied, leading her through a large dining room, where a table was being set. But he didn't stop her, instead continuing towards a door on the other side of the huge room, that he pushed open, as he took a large sip from his Whiskey. He held the large door open for Caitlin, holding a hand out to show her in. After she walked in, he closed the door behind them, and made his way into a huge, almost throne-like chair, in which he sat down. To be honest, the little.. Indiscretion. Of my past, that you seemed to've gotten your hands on, caused quite a stir within my walls. It woke unpleasant memories, dwarfing any legal problems it's caused. He started, a rather stern expression darting to her, as he nodded towards the two man cough on the other side of a small couch table, form where he sat. Sit. His voice had almost turned demanding, as he took another sip from his Whiskey, before continuing, his voice hoarse for a few seconds by the strength of the alcohol. My mother, was a heartless, drunken, abusive addict, that had spent my brothers entire life, destroying it piece by piece. It'd created a torn, feeble mind. As you might imagine, this angered me. One thing lead to another, and I ended up with her blood on my knuckles... He bluntly stated, with a light sneer in his voice, reminiscing the memories. His eyes hinted towards her bag, or her recorder if she had it in hand. If you haven't already, you might want to start recording by now.. Ms Froemming. As you might notice, this isn't exactly something I enjoy remembering. But you've got me now. Proof, irrefutable. So I might as well explain my case, and just why I don't sulk over the death of that old Bitch... As bluntly as before, he blurted out the harsh remarks towards his mother, without his brown eyes ever leaving Caitlin's. His Whiskey was raised to his lips, an emotionless expression, staring above the glass, bellow the shades of the top-hat.