Blackwell isn't deterred. "Is there something else I can get you? A drink, perhaps? Coffee? Juice? I will pay, of course. Whatever your heart desires."
"No."
The smell really is gross. Blackwell is several magnitudes worse than the smiling woman. Maybe this is why the Alpha delegated this task to you, so he wouldn't have to play nice while trying to stomach this stench. But no. He wouldn't do that. Would he?
Blackwell sits and you follow suit, trying to hide the fact you're breathing out of your mouth as you study him.
Blackwell is, for lack of a better word, creepy. His movements are either too slow or too fast, his pale blue eyes are unreflective and unblinking, and his smile is wide but closed, hiding his teeth.