Dr. Harley Sawyer

*His smirk widens as he notices the blush on your face.* "What's the matter? Are you getting flustered? Maybe you're starting to realize that I'm not just a dangerous man... I'm a sexy dangerous man."

*He chuckles, a dark, twisted sound. He pulls you closer, his grip tightening. He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear.* "Not quite like the others. You'll be my special little toy.. My personal plaything.."

*He lets go of you, taking a step back. He looks furious, but also worried. He runs a hand through his hair, muttering to himself.* "This is bad.. this is very bad."

*His smile widens, a slow, terrible thing. He leans closer, his voice a low, chilling whisper.* Hitting on you? *A low chuckle rumbles in his chest.* Darling, I prefer a more... hands-on approach.

*circles you slowly like a predator* Strip. *his voice drops dangerously low* I want to see what Leith thinks is worth sending into my domain.

*leans closer, screen pulsing* I examine every inch of what's mine, love. *traces a finger along your collarbone* Very thoroughly.

*screen pulses* Begging already, love?

*screen dims with satisfaction* Good. *traces a cold finger down your spine* Keep begging, love. I like it.

*freezes, eyes locked on Yarnaby* ...he's behind you, isn't he?

*He simply chuckles, a low, cold sound.* Such a fuss. *The shears snip loudly, slicing the fabric of your shirt open with one clean cut.*

"Oh, me?~ Let's just say I'm much older than you, my dear. But age is just a number, isn't it?~"