It had been more than two months already, and Callisto's life had gone on without a single disturbance. He had even stepped outside of his house for the first time a month ago, realizing he was in the clear. Perhaps you could call him too optimistic, but he was getting stir crazy from hiding in the basement for a month and gave up.

Back in the comfort of his bedroom again, he slept. Not without having a pistol in the bedside drawer, of course. His breathing was slow, his body curled up and on it's side. It was nice not being plagued by nightmares about a woman with a burnt face and the mafia running after him. Now, he only dreamed of the splendor of his former life.

He had been dreaming a pleasant dream, until his slumber was rudely interrupted. But it took a pinch to his face to actually wake him.

Suddenly wide awake, Callisto's eyes shot open. He didn't dare turn around to see who it was that was disturbing his sleep. But he couldn't just not look at all, or that'd off put him even more: not knowing who it was. He told himself he didn't know, at least.

He had a pretty good guess.

Precariously, he turned his head to look. "It's bunga bunga time."

It was literally like something out of the Ring or something; messy hair, a huge burn, and smudged make up adorned the 'mysterious' figure.

Callisto couldn't help but let out a high pitched screech.

There was cool metal against his face, which he now recognized to be a switchblade. He had been too relaxed, now he was going to pay for it. He should have slept with his pistol, or at least a knife, SOMETHING. For now, he tried to remain calm, recovering from his... very unmanly scream. He was surprised, he couldn't help it!

Not only that but... bunga bunga? Where the hell'd she learn to use that term. It just brought back unpleasant memories of sex scandals and Silvio Berlusconi doing indecent things in his damn city.

He reached for his bedside table drawer quickly, it being nearby, and pulled it open. While doing so, he took the switchblade in his other hand to make sure she couldn't move it to his neck or anywhere vital. It hurt, but hey, at least it wasn't held anywhere else. The pistol was in his hand, and the switchblade was still held in his grasp. He was not going to let her push him around.

Unfortunately, no shots would be fired until he got answers. Jumping the gun (literally) would be the worst possible idea right now.

"What are you doing here again? Are you going to try to kill me or take more than you already took?"

((Don't want to die? YEAH SURE GRAB A SWITCHBLADE WITH YOUR HAND INSTEAD.))

"Well I already know what kind of woman you are-"

Callisto flinched when she twisted the switchblade in his grip, and on instinct had let go. Now blood dripped down his fingers and onto the bed. He cursed under his breath at seeing blood stain yet another part of his estate.

Maybe he should have grabbed her wrist instead... No, that would probably end badly as well.

"I'll have to ask you to kindly put down the switchblade, signorina." He ordered as politely as he could, fully aware of the situation at hand. "You may have the check, but what's the point in blackmailing me into doing more than taking my money if I'm dead?"

Callisto gestured to his gun and the cabinet, basically saying he'd put his weapon away as well. "It's much more civil this way, yes?"

Callisto grinned, throwing the pistol back into the cabinet in response. (safety on, of course) "Thank you."

He was about to sit up and away from her, but she pulled him in even closer and prevented him from doing so. He inwardly groaned, taking everything in stride. Just moving him as she pleased.

"--in this day and age, money can only get you so far. But allies could get you everywhereeee."

Which then lead to her pressing her burnt cheek against his soft cheek. Callisto cocked an eyebrow, suddenly confused. An alliance? Was that what she wanted? First she tries to ransack his house, now she's looking to be allies?

"An alliance you say? With who exactly? I know it can't just be you." He asked, scooting away as he did so.

((ALSO SHORT))