Stiles’s eyebrows raised at the mention of their roles being reversed, a mischievous little smile played at his lips, but he didn’t make a comment on it. Instead his round eyes fixed on Wolf’s face, his green eyes, his strong jaw, those impossibly expressive eyebrows.
Void gave a wider, more open, smile at the question. “Well, originally, I was going to whisk you away to wherever you wanted to go. Where I would retire and we would live off my investments. This was, of course, before I met you.” He admitted freely. “I’d still like to.” he said with a half smile. “But you being a hero kind of complicated my plans.” The villain tapped the table with his fingertips. The movement appeared calm and confident but it was really a sign Stiles was nervous. It was strange, he hadn’t been nervous in a while.
“I believe we got off on the wrong foot. So let’s start over.” he offered with a gentle smile that even he felt must look condescending. “My name is Stiles, or Void if you prefer. I’m twenty-six years old, I like the color green and my favorite animal is a fox.” He looked down at the larger man expectantly.
