It's true what he says. Just follow the rules. Unlike you, we don't need to lie to make our fortune. Otherwise, I could eat you now, and not feel even the slightest bit guilty, if I were being honest.

But those aren't the rules.

[Ryou keeps up his pressure, but the conversational tone is light. He knows what he's doing. He's scaring him. That's his role, or at least the one he's chosen to take.

He licks his chops to drive the point home, his pink tongue passing across gleaming, sharp teeth. It's just another extension of roleplay, right? Act like a monster.

(be a monster)

Scare them.

(for him. he needs you.

and for Her. she requires it.)

Jacobsen doesn't like any of it. Oh, he doesn't like it at all, that he can't get away from the two monsters flanking him, it's very obvious on his face.]