He's hitting all the right notes, clutching the flowers, the apologies, those wide eyes like a deer facing down a predator. Perfect. A perfect little pet for his pet. And for him. There's nothing under his roof that doesn't belong to Ruvin entirely. But his current toy is becoming a handful and needs something to leverage him back into his place. This youth will serve that purpose perfectly.

"Breathe it in deeply, Opal," he purrs with menace lacing the words. A promise of something wicked gleams in those dark eyes, in complete contrast with Ruvin's angelic face. "These are your last moments of freedom."