As the driver started the car, Sebastian looked at Kirian with an expression of relief and some confusion, "You didn't run away."

Not a question, just a statement. Kirian rolled his eyes, still high on the adrenaline of the kill.

"I said I'd be back." He looked at the clock on the dashboard and continued, "And early too. I really am the best."

Sebastian cracked the tiniest smile, just a twitch of the lips really. In a moment, it was gone, and there was no humor in his tone when he asked, "Are you sure they're both dead?"

Kirian felt his ego flare at the question.

"Of course they're dead. I stabbed them, like, a million times," he scoffed.

"I'm not denying your abilities, but I have to be sure, " Sebastian said. He paused for a moment before continuing in a quieter tone, "Good work, assassin."

Kirian beamed at him. His knee was bouncing and for the first time since he had met Mr. Radashawn, he was in a good mood.

Sebastian didn't say anything else as the car drove them back into the heart of the city. Kirian was too busy looking out the tinted window to notice that Sebastian had been occasionally glancing at his form. Kirian was still shirtless, as he had not been supplied with an extra shirt. His slim, toned torso was tinted red, then blue, then orange and so on as they passed by neon signs.

Finally, as they approached the Rad Co. building, Sebastian shrugged his suit jacket off. He tossed it carelessly in Kirian's lap and said casually, "Put that on. You can't walk around my building shirtless."

Eyes still on the metropolis around them, Kirian blurted, "Thank god, my nips are hard."

Sebastian coughed a bit before quickly looking away. This got Kirian's attention. He turned to face the larger man.

He thanked him properly, "That was very thoughtful of you, Sebby."

"Don't call me that," Sebastian warned. Kirian could only see a sliver of his face, but it wasn't a happy sliver.

"What should I call you then?" Kirian purred.

"Just- not that," Sebastian said.

"So... Seb? Or Bash? Bashy could work," Kirian mused

"Call me Sebastian or Mr. Radashawn. And nothing else," Sebastian said in a low tone.

Just as Kirian was about to reply, the car stopped. Sebastian turned to the driver and ordered, "Switch the plates, " before stepping out.

Kirian joined him outside and they walked back into the building. The security guard eyed Kirian warily and Kirian shot him a wink as they walked past him. The elevator took them to the 23rd floor, which must be where Kirian's room was.

Kirian hadn't gotten a chance to explore the building much and it seemed his floor was largely empty. It was well maintained. Sturdy wooden doors spotted the sides of the hallway but no sounds came from inside the rooms. The hallway itself was drab. The floor was made up of square marble tiles (which Kirian thought looked fake) and the walls were a warm, off white with a few uninteresting paintings and there were no windows. The overhead lights were warm but the entire impression of the space was underwhelming.

As they got closer to Kirian's room, he slowed. Sebastian looked back at him in irritation and asked, "What?"

"I- I meant what I said earlier. I don't like being held captive, " Kirian confessed.

"I arranged a very nice room for you," Sebastian said, eyebrows furrowed.

"Yes, but... if I was going to run away, I would have done it by now. Can you just leave the door unlocked?" Kirian asked.

"I can't have you roaming my building. And I can't let you leave until you've completed your punishment," Sebastian said.

"This is hard for me to explain. I just need you to trust that I won't mess with anyone. I'll stay out of the way but being stuck in one room for days makes me want to claw my skin off," Kirian said with increased urgency.

"No, " Sebastian said simply.

Kirian looked ready to fight when Sebastian continued, "You got yourself into this mess. Keep killing targets and maybe we'll loosen some restrictions. I can get you some more books but I'm sure you understand why I won't give you any electronic devices. As for being stuck in your room, I have a solution."

They had reached Kirian's room. Kirian was angry, and a little hurt. A part of him itched to kill the man in front of him right now and make a run for it. No potential job opportunity was worth the dreams he'd been having lately. All of this shone through his voice as he spat out, "What?"

"Have dinner with me and my wife tomorrow."