Percyous' POV I sat in a chair across from the bed as the boy finally began to wake up. "Get up." I said coldly as I stood and motioned for him to follow. "Who are you? Where am I?" he asked as he ran down the hallway after me, nearly nocking over an antique vase in the process. "Not important. Give me your arm." I said as I suddenly turned and faced him. "What? Why?" he asked quickly as he stiffened. Not a good sign. I quickly grabbed his right arm and slid his sleeve back. A scowl spread across my face as my eyes were greeted by the mark of the yakuza. "What were you planning to do with the madam!?!?!?!?!?!?!?" I half yelled half whispered in a hope to not wake everyone up as I pinned him. Instead of answering he began to stutter "I-... I-..... I-....." so I simply pressed harder and waited for the answer.