Just a useful disciple

"I-I," he stuttered, fear painted on his face. The person before him possessed a cold as glacier face that crept his flesh. 

"Ok, let's be open and display our cards on the table," smiled as she said. 

"I'll never talk to anyone I don't know," he snapped, regaining his arrogant nature back. 

"Hahaha!" Burst the female into sarcastic laughter as she tilted her head sideways. 

She held his chin gently and whispered, "Don't you want to know how your beloved father died?" 

Eros shivered from the tickling breath in his ear. It was clear that Eros was older than the female but here he was being teased. 

Eros pushed the female away, earning himself another hearty laugh, "Hehe, this is going to be fun." 

"Eros, my dear boy. You're just a useful disciple to your so-called master. After he's done using you-"