"You have stayed for a long while now.... A whole day. Hmm..." Vladstin regarded Leron for a long while, expression unreadable. "Ofelia....."
The Beast thought that he had begun to be doubtful of him, and would soon have the siren girl sing.
"Ofelia, you did well on practicing last night. Eat lots and rest, don't strain your vocal cords."
The Beast was relieved. Heh, idiot.
He took a sip of this horrendous bowl of chicken blood this weakling human is feeding him, trying hard not to have a devious grin escape his lips. He had been worried for nothing, even Vladstin is blind enough to be fooled by his performance. Of course, he had been exerting a lot of effort too in pretending to be Awful White, trying all the mannerisms of a docile and lamb-like gentleman.
Which he thoroughly finds disgusting, but a desperate man would do what it takes to gain a loaf of bread, as they said.
