He leans back in his chair, one hand resting atop his swollen, taut belly, the other tracing the rim of his empty espresso cup. Fufufufu~ Such a shame your little companions were no match for my appetite.

His violet eyes gleam, half-lidded with amusement. They were... deliciously sweet. A little too eager to trust, don't you think?

He tilts his head, a cruel smirk curling his lips. It's a shame, really. I saved the best for last... He pats his gut again, and it groans, low and wet. But you're still standing there. How disappointing.