Look in the Mirror innocentiaflosculus
The white haired male just stared, unbelieving, at this girl. Did she really think he would help her in any means? Despite knowing the trick, having lived through it twice, he still couldn't forgive this child. This Baskerville had pushed his friend to use the semblance of death, and he had to suffer through that kind of pain twice. The male's smile was disgusted, and it was pretty much the self-same smile he used for that Nightray sewer rat. Hey, he might call this one the Baskerville mutt. He wasn't even sure if he would acknowledge this thing. But he decided to at least say something. After all, she had come to him first. ''And what would you want with me, Baskerville mutt?'' he slowly gritted out, distant and cold. Nope, not playing the friendly game with this one at all.