"Why would I do that?" Aleister's ears shot up, his eyes went a bit wide. He shook his head. "No, no. I would not do that. Were you listening to me, little cat?" He felt his voice grow a bit hard, not harsh, but simply....sturdy. "I fought for our kind with my comrades, I killed for them. I would not betray you. Least of all in a situation like this, where we both stand to suffer regardless." His voice turned....gently then. A bit more understanding. "I do not know what your life has been like up until this point but I can guess yes? You have been....alone."<br/><br/>"On the streets maybe? Making a living off of scams, theft and perhaps your body? There is no shame in that, though it is a hard life. One with precious little room for trust." The bigger feline stiffened a bit, at the thought. "But I will not betray you, trust that. Do not simply trust my morals. I know that is not enough for you."<br/><br/>Suddenly, he gripped the other cats shoulders. Not tightly, but enough to get a point across. "Trust me because I hate them. I hate those who would do this. I hate that they have done this to other. Trust that I want to see them hurt. Trust that my hatred makes betraying you...worthless. I have no reason too. I have every reason to help you. Because it may make those fuckers bleed yes? Trust my hatred, if you cannot trust me." His eyes bored into the other cat. Eyes full of fire, blood and a kind of simmering rage only rarely seen.<br/><br/>"So, please, Sullivan. My cuffs?"