Roth wished he was that mug right now, watching as the Assassin almost seductively taunted at him, begging for his wrists to be pinned to the chair as his lips are viciously attacked. Now was not the time however for such thoughts.
“When indeed.” A simple yet truthful reply. He watched Jacob leave his position, setting the mug down before strolling over to meet with the Blighter.
“So, what's this big emergency then that requires my services?” he asked.
Roth's eyes lit up with delight, his hands clenched with excitement like a child on Christmas day.
“We're going to put up a tree!” he beamed, extending his arms in a welcoming fashion.
Jacob could not believe it.
“You've been looking for me all this time to help decorate your interior?” he inquired. He was expecting to rough someone up, or blow up some explosives, but this? Not that he was complaining, but it did seem like an odd request.
“Well, why not? Tis the season to be jolly, my dearest. To spread joy and share the... love amongst the people.” Careful, do not make it too obvious.
Jacob let out a chuckle. With almost every opportunity, Roth could find a way to surprise him. It made things interesting.
“Alright then, lemme at it.”