I could be dead by tomorrow

Lights. Camera. Action.

Mark ran his fingers through the black hair, nearly combed back with what could only be some trained fingers. Ben stood, hands clasped behind his back, a few inches from Mark, head to the side, almost grimacing as his progress was being damaged.

"Master Mark, do you like it?" each word soft, gentle, almost to the point as if part of him didn't wish to ask the words. But of Ben didn't ask them , who would?

Mark threw a glance over his shoulder, fingers tracing the cracked mirror, snapping his head to the several small severed cracks. A soft snap of a laugh left him, head back, eyes shutting in thought, a grin split his lips. "It's fine, Benjamin, why so tense? Usually you're so loose, maybe the last stunt we pulled was a bit disconcerting? Now was it?"

Lips slowly parting, Ben's eyes focused on the mirror, the demon's glance adverting, giving a slow dip of his head, "Yes Master Mark, it was a smashing party, I believe the guests were... were ecstatic about it all." hiding the subtle grimace, the butler gave a slow turn, stopping when Mark caught his arm.

"Listen, Ben, my faithful butler." hand tracing at his butler's cheek, gently caressing cold skin, watching his reaction closely. "I do believe such an act of yours was lovely, and well, maybe a reward will be given.. I do know of your 'Hidden' relationship with that other man. I do think letting it continue is a hefty enough reward."

Color drained from the butler's face, forcing Benjamin to have almost a ghost look to him. Taking a nervous step back, giving a nervous laugh, eyes flickering away. "Yes, right sir... I'm rather glad you'll accept.... well, allow me to seek happine--"

"BBUUTTTTT.," cutting Benjamin off swiftly. "if this interferes with your work, well, you are aware that it can't continue.."

Listening to the words, Ben gave a soft nod, fixing his gloves, fingers flexing, heading off to do his work, he didn't seem too pleased with the matter of not doing his work as asked will result in a slump of no more love.

Mark watched his butler leave, slowly dragging fingers over the silk bow tie, tugging the edges, tightening the small tie. Head tilting to the side, eyes down, looking at the mayor badge on the mantel, a slow grin curved up, clearing his throat gently. Almost in some mimicking of the man that used to be; "Oh look at me, I'm Mr. Fancy, I own the damn city.." A crack of laughter left the Actor, "Used to be! What a fucking joke."

Slowly tugging himself from the shattered mirror, he made his way up to his office to attend to the work he had left unattended, seating himself in his seat, a slow grin curved the edges of his lips.

"Good evening to me." A low laugh bubbled from the back of his throat, head tilting to the side, reading the script.