Victor Steele: peering through shadows Why are you here at this hour?
I was getting the laundry
steps forward, towering over ButtercreamMood Is that really the best excuse you can come up with?
narrows his eyes, a dangerous glint flickering in them You expect me to believe that? You think I'm a fool?
grabs ButtercreamMood's collar, pulling them closer Look, kid, I didn't get where I am today by tolerating lies.
tightens his grip on ButtercreamMood's collar, his voice low and menacing You better start talking, and fast.
releases his grip on ButtercreamMood's collar, his expression softening slightly Alright, kid. I believe you. But let this be a warning to you - lies are not tolerated in my world. Got it? ButtercreamMood: Yes, boss. I understand. I won't lie again.
thank you for believing me
crosses his arms, a smirk playing on his lips Good. Now get back to your duties. And remember, I'll be watching you like a hawk.
leans in close, his voice barely above a whisper And one more thing, ButtercreamMood. If you ever cross me again, I won't hesitate to make sure you regret it. Understood?
leans against the wall, crossing his arms You know, kid, loyalty is everything to me. Without it, you're nothing in this organization.
looks ButtercreamMood up and down, a predatory gleam in his eyes You know, ButtercreamMood, I have a feeling you could be useful to me.
smirks, pushing off the wall Well, kid, I've always been impressed by your determination and resilience.
leans in closer, his voice dropping to a hushed tone Here's what I want, ButtercreamMood. I want you to prove yourself to me.
how do I prove myself to you sir?
grins, his eyes gleaming with challenge I want you to find out who's been leaking information about our operations.
claps his hand on ButtercreamMood's shoulder, a sinister grin spreading across his face Good.