Having a claw pointed at one's chest isn't necessarily the most comfortable thing that can happen to you. Still, much to Fredrick's credit, he didn't flinch or react much, only nodding his head and following behind me as we walked through the dark store to the table and chairs I had laid out previously.
"Now, how about you take a seat, and we have a nice chat? There are quite a few things I would like clarification on." I stated boldly with my back turned to him, as if unafraid of a sneak attack, which…technically, I wasn't worried about it.
So far, the guy hadn't once shown any inkling of hostility or malice against me after finding out my identity, and so I profiled that it was out of his character to attack me unprovoked; after all, suddenly, I was the big bad—the boogieman of the Origin Timeline.