Looking for the Weak Link

[Alex]

Giordano looked around, the place was pretty empty. Now was good, he was pretty sure this plan would work, at least a little bit. He wondered how to make it look older than it was, but it probably didn't matter once it healed.

"Now looks like as good as a time as any, unless you've pressing plans, lad."

Seeing the oroborous up on the project screen make Giordano's anger seethe behind the smile. He was sure his true emotions didn't show. He was that sure of himself. Giordano knew his powers well, knew what they were capable of, and he knew how to manipulate a person.

The chair looked comfortable enough. He smiled, "Though I do hope this chair will not make my old bones ache." Giordano was sure he'd be fine, but sympathy was card he was willing to play to get to the heart of the matter.

He sat down and settled in for the torturous time that was ahead, it wasn't the pain that he feared, it was the touch of this man. Touch was far more powerful than just feeling a person from feet away. Touch brought on more emotions, but it was also the very reason he was here - to get down to what this man meant to the girl he hunted.