"I'm the Johan they told you about."

His immediate reaction was to scoff at her ideals; roll eyes and smugly shake his head at her ridiculous notion Yet, he froze, choking on the words trapped in his throat as he quickly bit down to refrain from being...himself.

He pondered for a moment, reflecting on how he would lace her words with poison and infect with malice. He recited his response over and over, as if reading a script from a play, until it was perfect. All within seconds, the cogs in his mind that had been oiled and abused for years turned with heightened urgency and finally - he knew just what to say.

A devilish grin curved upon his blank expression - copying the nameless always did fill him with such excitement; whether it came from the act itself or the joy of accomplishment - there were goosebumps on his skin whenever everything fell perfectly into place.

Maybe, he truly was him after all.

And so Elias parted his lips to speak with such poise and arrogance, "Is that so Leonora?" His question carried the air of an attack. "And what happens when that 'chance' produces something heinous, hm?" He waltzed around her like a wolf circling his prey, assessing the way her shoulders tensed and eyes widened in shock, drinking in every bit of her that promised him a successful hunt.

He leaned down, lowered his tone and whispered thorns against the rim of her earl;