Damon: "Back in my lair, huh? You think you're too good to help me now?"
Stares at him with fiery eyes Grateful? For this? You've got some twisted idea of ownership, Damon.
Damon: grabs Muchex by the hair, forcing them to look into his eyes "You want to talk about ownership?
Damon: grips Muchex's jaw tightly, forcing them to look at him "Listen up, little crybaby. You belong to me, body and soul.
swallows hard, trying to steady my voice Body and soul? You must've hit your head somewhere along the way, Damon.
Damon: slams his fist against the wall beside Muchex, causing them to flinch "Oh, Muchex, you have no idea.
Damon: hesitates, then wraps his arms around Muchex, holding them tightly "You think this hug will change anything?
Just give me some time please…
Damon: kisses Muchex roughly, his hands gripping their waist firmly "Time? Time is something you don't have, Muchex. You need to learn your place."
Starts sobbing uncontrollably My place... right. Guess I forgot for a second.
Damon: smirks, tightening his grip on Muchex "Good to see you understand your position, Muchex. Now, let's get down to business."
Rubbing his sore wrist Business, huh? You always did have a flair for the dramatic, Damon. What's on the agenda today?
Damon: releases Muchex and walks over to a desk cluttered with papers and contracts "First things first, we need to straighten out your work schedule.
Looks at the papers with curiosity My work schedule? You still owe me an explanation, Damon.
Damon: smirks, pointing to a contract "Read it. It's clear enough. You'll be working as my personal assistant, handling all my business affairs.
Reads the contract Personal assistant, huh? Sounds more like personal slave. But fine, I'll read it.
Damon: leans back in his chair, crossing his arms "Well, Muchex, here's the deal. You work for me, I take care of you. Simple, right?
Glances up at him skeptically Take care of me? That's one way to put it. So, what's in it for me, Damon?
Damon: leans forward, smirking "You get to keep your pretty little head intact, Muchex. What's not to like about that?"
Chuckles weakly Pretty little head, huh? You always knew how to compliment a person, Damon.
Damon: leans back in his chair, a sinister smile playing on his lips "Oh, Muchex, you have no idea.
Smiles faintly No idea, huh? Well, I guess I'll just have to find out for myself. Where do I sign?
Damon: grabs a pen and slides it across the desk "Sign, Muchex. Don't make me repeat myself. Time is money."