Re: Side Rooms Simon/Morgan
Simons head was pounding by the time that the witch had been through with him. He also felt violated at the woman picking his brain so easily. Not that any of the creatures around him cared. Hell his handler was just happy to have some information on the 'pain in the ass human' finally. It wasn't too long after his encounter with that woman that Simon was jerked into a standing position and hauled off into another room, arms still bound behind him. But they hadn't put the gag back in so that was a plus.
Upon reaching the side room Simon was thrown carelessly inside onto his knees. He watched as his papers were handed to the only other person in the room before they were left alone. Now he could get a good look at his newest enemy. That's what they all were to him. But he was surprised. The stranger before him was beautiful he had to admit to himself. Not that he'd ever say it out Loud. And by the look of his clothes he was also...flashy.
He knelt there and waited for this mans next move, watching him with blue eyes full of suspicion. Also in the back of his mind he found himself weighing his chances of escape. If he could just get his arms free, he could break away when they led him back to the pens. But logic told him there was no way he would be able to outrun his handler, whatever he was.