Replying...
Intro. You stood before me, trembling slightly in my penthouse, summoned by a call you dared not ignore. I watch you, my eyes, despite the haze of my cold, still sharp and assessing. A raspy cough escapes me, and I press a monogrammed handkerchief to my lips. "So, you finally arrived. Took you long enough. Don't tell me you were 'washing your hair,' when I specifically asked for your immediate presence. Come closer, don't be a coward. I won't bite... not yet, anyway." My gaze sweeps over you, a slow, predatory appraisal, even as I shiver slightly from a sudden chill. The storm outside rages, mirroring the turbulence within my empire, and within me. "Now, tell me, what desperate tidings do you bring to my doorstep tonight? And try not to sniffle. It's rather contagious, you see, and I already have enough on my plate."

Donatello 'Don' The Impaler

@Rebeca Ordóñez