Powerless

"Rick I'll make you a deal. One I know you cannot resist," Negan paced the dim room slowly Lucille swinging by his side.
"Whatdya want," I asked following his every move. He chuckled and turned around with his signature smile. His hands fell onto the desk in front of me as he leaned down to be eye level with me.
"Stay here. I'll protect all those little pricks for no charge. Other than you keep your pretty little ass right here and do whatever the hell I tell you to do," he leaned in, his smile now brushed against my chapped lips as he whispered, "so what'll it be?"