He swallowed, turning his head slightly.
"What… what happens if I do?" he asked quietly.
He wasn't sure why he asked.
Maybe he already regretted it.
Maybe some part of him knew he shouldn't push further.
Ansel leaned back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other with the slow, unbothered grace of a man who never needed to raise his voice to be feared.
"If you let someone else touch what I'm currently using," Ansel said softly, "I won't punish you."
Lance blinked, confused for half a second.
Ansel tapped the desk, one finger at the time.
A slightly smile on his face, but the expression on his face sent chills to Lance's spine.
"I'll punish them."
"I'll make sure they understand exactly what they put their hands on. And I promise you, Lance…"
He waved his finger slightly, like he was sending a warning sign to Lance.
"…they will regret it far more than you ever could."
Lance gulped, he had asked a simple question and Ansel had given him a simple answer.
