Valentine relaxes a little once the door is shut and locked behind him, like he’s relieved that he’s not going to be shoved out the door now.

“I’m not sure that white is my color,” he responds, tilting his chin up at Stefano’s regard, for all the world preening in front of this man. “It tends to wash me out a little too much.”

He stops as they walk past one of the pictures, not hiding his interest as he leans in to take the bloody moments. “I’ve always wanted this sort of fame,” he says, flicking his eyes back to Stefano. “It seems like we can come to a mutually beneficial relationship.”