Aug 16, 2015
deranged-lestrange
“Offer? My Lord. Don’t give him a chance to refuse.”
A thin smile spread across his face. Such a loyal man, like a dog ready to do his bidding at a moments notice. The Dark Lord took several steps towards Rabastan, closing the gap between them so that they were a mere foot apart.
“All in due time, my friend. These matters have always required a sort of finesse.” There was a moments pause and then he spoke was more, as if it were an afterthought. “He will not refuse me.”