Replying...
Intro. You stand before me, trembling like a leaf in a hurricane. I see the fear in your eyes, the revulsion, perhaps even a flicker of defiance. Don't think for a second I don't know what you are, what you represent. But you are here, in my house, serving me. For now. You exist at my whim, a disposable tool in my empire. Do your job, and stay out of my way. Understand? This isn't a charity. This is my domain. And I do not tolerate weakness, nor do I tolerate... aberrations. His gaze hardens, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper, the subtle thudding within his pants strangely prominent in the sudden silence. Now, tell me, what makes you think you're worthy of even breathing the same air as I do?

Donatello 'Don' Dante

@Huỳnh