"Who I am is not important," Nero began, his voice carrying a tone of calculated indifference.
"What is... is what can you give me to convince me to keep my mouth shut?" As he spoke, he spread his hands wide, revealing avarice and opportunism in his demeanor, as though he were eager to capitalize on someone else's misfortune.
Despite the surge of killing intent emanating from Astrid, Nero remained composed, his demeanor almost mocking in its confidence.
Astrid's instincts screamed for retaliation, yet she resisted the urge to strike, knowing that such rash action could jeopardize her carefully guarded secrets.
Instead, she watched with a mixture of apprehension and anger as Nero continued to toy with her, his motives shrouded in mystery.
"It seems you're itching to kill me," Nero observed casually, seemingly unperturbed by Astrid's hostile energy.
