"You—" he looked around the room.
It was him?
"I keep my promises... And bets"
With so much audacity for someone that lost.
"You've got guts"
"What?" He scoffed,
"It's a miracle I made time to come. Being famous sure is hell"
"Having a famous slave will certainly draw attraction" Trent huffed,
"I don't like that"
Tyson was quiet for a while,
"Uh..."
"Yeah?"
"A–About the Program issues... I'm sorry" he muttered,
"What?" Trent blinked,
Did he just apologize?
The urge to push him further and mock him crept in but he held himself back.
Looked too sincere to taunt.
Ugh.
"That doesn't fit you" he muttered,
"So, what am I going to be doing for you?" Tyson asked, looking away,
"...You seem to need help." He looked at him and sighed,
"What do you need?"
Tyson flinched as he heard this. Was this another ploy to mock him?
He scanned him for a while.
"If I'm going to work with you, and we need to fool the public, I thought..."
"Just say it, Man..."
