Sinister turned in his chair and faced the man-child before him. Studying him, taking in the little details. How his lips twitched and his eyes crinkled at the edges when he was trying to not look nervous. He leaned forward slightly, one eyebrow raised, "You are entirely too curious for your own good, my boy."
Beneath the table, the doctor snaked one foot out to hook on one of the legs of Remy's chair that was no longer on the ground and push it upward so the boy lost his balance and tipped over backward.
"Perhaps you should think about what you're willing to offer instead of waiting for others to tell you what they want."