"It's really nice meeting you. I'm Bobby Bradford. What's your name?" Bobby introduced himself, making an amiable smile, and showing his teeth.
" The pleasure is all mine. Oh, in my wildest dreams, I never imagined that you would be so cultured even when you have just met someone who tried to kill you, and moreover, it really feels nice meeting you." No.10 responded, grinning at him. "My name… um… er… actually, I don't have a name. But why don't you call me No. 10? That's what I go by, anyway."
Following their prolonged silence, Bobby finally opened his mouth after watching each other with great curiosity. "Then, shall we?"
"Hmm, at last, it can't be avoidable, hah! " No.10 made a heavy sigh and then he made a war cry. "Hahaha…. Show me what you got, Mr. Bradford?"
