"I think you should kiss my foot," I tell him, watching as horror crosses his face, followed by coerced consideration. Damon rubs his forehead, not impressed. Hallman shakily gets onto his knees, shuffling towards me. "No, no," I say, waving my finger at him like I'm scolding a child. "On your hands and knees, like the good little boy you are." "Grey," Damon grumbles. "Don't make me lose my appetite." I grab a chair, swinging it around. I sit down, slapping my knee like I'm summoning a dog. "Here, boy."
YALLL MY FACE
