Sebastian

Sebastian was many things, a sadist, a psychopath, a genuis, a liar, even an enjoyer of the fine arts, but most of all, he was a sportsman in the game of life, and he knew when to except defeat.

"Ah Issac," Sebastian remembered him, the mad scientist type that could see weakpoints. By himself, a mild threat, but with that beast on his side, Sebastian stood no chance. If only his blood was like Vodka, then his chances woukd be rather good. "I'm not much in a position to do anything, what with you dragon set to chomp me in two if I so much as twitch and it's other head is keeping my prime offensive rather useless. What else can I do but concede defeat. So then, will you let me go, or lock me up again. The choice is yours Issac and I've no,choice but to abide by it."