"I'm just a bit curious, and it allows me to better judge what kind of person you are."
Merlin stared at Lorenzo, his hollow gaze making it difficult for Lorenzo to determine if he was being looked at, causing an unexplainable unease.
"What do you think?"
"Not bad."
After a prolonged stare, Merlin spoke again.
"What do you think, Arthur? Even though you don't like him, he is indeed one of us."
Merlin was confident in his perspective; no matter how vicious or mad a person might be, there is always something that binds them, and for this group, that binding force was surprisingly consistent.
Demon.
When interests and goals align, trust naturally follows.
Arthur remained silent, merely nodding slightly, and Merlin lifted a box from under the table. It was a sturdy iron cast, looking quite heavy, but with Merlin's somewhat sickly physique, he lifted it effortlessly. Then, the latch opened, and a light mist of cold air spilled out from the box's seam.
