Emma & Jefferson~ "I love how fiery you are, I really do. I really do." The thing laughed, rocking slightly as he did, almost making Jefferson stir. At least he would have if he'd never seen a crazed lunatic before. Only difference was this guy had black eyes, and apparently had been causing more trouble with his body than Emma led on.
Those thoughts wavered him for a moment but he didn't let them stick. He could ask when he was awake in his body.
The moment he inched closer the spirit growled, moving faster than Jefferson could have guessed and so instinctively he put on as much speed as he could. They met about halfway to the chair where his body was seated, obviously out cold, hands cuffed. It looked as though they'd secured him to the chair with...rope? He didn't have time to guess why, as he was face to face with the putrid looking soul that made him feel awful inside.
"I don't think so, handsome. I'm going to put this body to better use. It's not as though you appreciated it half as much as I will." Jefferson grit his teeth, ignoring the stench as much as he could ignore the words. This thing didn't know anything about him. He could feel the draw for his body, it was his after all, and he was so close. But before he could make his way around the thing, it forced him back against the cell walls by his shoulders.
He squirmed and wreathed under the soul's grasp, but whatever it was, had a strength much greater than his. But he still had his mouth, and if this thing wanted to be an asshole, well. "I'm sure you'd like another chance at whatever mentally deprived life you'd like to lead but, I'm not finished with it yet. You'll have to move along."