It was not long before Samuel returned, holding the three sacks from earlier. The vaguely metallic scent of blood might linger, though the assassin did not notice. Perhaps he was desensitized to it. Either way, the man returned quickly, showing his half of the exchange. "I've shown you mine, now where's yours?"
The pudgy man chuckled. "You don't know much about negotiations, do you." Flashing his stupid smile, the man opened his mouth to speak further. "I-"
Samuel cut him off. "You will be silent while I explain something." The look of contempt on the young man's face was now obvious. "You know who I am...What I am. You hired me to do a job. I did it. Now you pay me. Otherwise, I add a fourth head to my little collection." He had been reluctant to tell Alleaya about his profession, but now she knew.
The tubby midget cringed at the assassin's tone. "Are you threatening me?"
"Sure, call it that. Call me a horrible person, a demon. But first, pay your debts."
And then he saw it; the shift of the eyes, the nervous tension. Samuel had positioned himself between the Ally and one of the goons and that goon, now behind the assassin, began to move. He did not get far. Samuel's right arm looked to be wrapped in some long, black, fleshy glove that vanished into his shirt. The truth became clear when a large, grotesque yellow eye snapped open and locked on the assailant. Everything below the eye seemed to shiver for an instant, then the demon 'smiled,' a tulip full of teeth where the demonlord's hand should have been. The thug froze with the nightmare looming over him.
"Go home," Samuel said over the monster. "Whatever he's paying you is not enough to die over." As predicted, the goons, quickly made for the door. The demon's eye shifted, facing forward now, leering at the fat man with what could only be described as gluttonous intent. "As I said: pay me, else, I decide to cut my losses." The toothy maw snapped shut inches from the small man's face. As the demon retracted, a smirk appeared on the Assassin's face. "Tomorrow."
The rotund figure could not get out of there fast enough, stumbling over himself in his haste. The demon returned to looking like an arm, albeit an odd one and as Samuel sat back down, he glanced at the shapeshifting girl. "So, is it comforting to know you are the least horrifying thing in the room?" The joke was in poor taste, but at the moment, he did not care.