No! No way he'd offer his soul. The cold finger was definitely hampering his ability to think.
"I've done no such thing." The man spoke, almost offended.
Reis truly missed the privacy to think. Was it included in the human rights laws? Well, even if it was, it won't be useful to him anyway.
There was one thing he could offer, as a good enough return for his crimes. "Mr. Lord Guardian Sir, what if...if I let you pull out my hair?"
This earned him another staredown. But not a hundred percent denial. Then, in the blink of an eye, the person before him changed. Smoke covered the ten-foot-tall giant and left behind a figure that actually looked human this time. At least on the outside.
The finger pressing on Reis's forehead now made its way to his hair, inspecting the quality of the product. Although Reis saw no need for it in a tit for tat situation.
