Matthew contemplated calling for help, running away, hiding, slamming the door in this stranger's face, but something made him stop. His eyes were glued, captivated by this man in his doorway, not just the man, the glowing green eyes, unlike he'd any he'd ever seen before; they were absolutely breathtaking.

"No need to fear me, poppet~ I'm here to help you"

the small boy couldn't understand what was causing him to trust the dark winged stanger but he couldn't help wanting to know more about him. He stepped aside, allowing the other to access his room. Eyes drawn to his face, taking in his appearance. Shaggy blonde hair, unkempt and slightly wild, glowing green eyes, bright and shining, with a darker mischief than that of the kind french man's, healthy skin, a healthy medium between his fair skin and his father's tanned continence, a finely pressed suit with few wrinkles, black feathered wings, similar to what he'd seen in book about angels, and a dangerous smirk that never seemed to leave his face. The man was trouble, that much was obvious, but Matthew always had been attracted to danger, this time would be no different.

"who are you?"

the smirk spread to cover more of the stranger's face, obviously aware that the boy was already caught and wrapped up in his web.

"My name is Arthur Kirkland, and you, lovely, are Matthew Williams"

Matthew cocked his head a bit, his father rarely ever took him into public, how would this man know who he is. It was odd and almost unheard for anyone to know him, and if they did it was far rarer for him not to be mistake for his brother.

"what is it you wish for, young master?"

the question came as a shock, no one had ever asked him such a thing, it left him rather confused and unable to answer, the only thing he could really think of was the nagging tug of his heart strings.

"..."

"is there nothing you truly desire?"

there it was again, the nagging in his chest, saying silently that there was something he wanted but was too scared to reach for. He swallowed and thought before responding, doing as his father as told him. 'when in doubt, answer a question with a question'.

"...why are you here?"

The stranger tilted his head back, letting off a laugh, the sound rich and filling the room, a sarcastic sound but still so endearing that it was almost like getting a taste of vinegar and honey in the same spoonful.

"I am here to give you a wish, a single wish. It can be anything your heart desires"

it was an odd thing to say, could this odd angel truly grant his desire? However, what would it mean to him to have his wish fulfilled, how much would it cost him. He had read many books with this sort of scenario and no one ever truly received what they wanted, should he agree he would committing a taboo.

"and what is the price of this wish...?"

The man raised an eyebrow as if he was not asked such a question often, most humans jumped at the prospect of having what they wanted, this one was relatively smarter than the others, he decided.

"your soul"

a shiver passed through the boy's body, causing him to rubs his arms as if the temperature in the room had dropped ten degrees, those eyes were staring at him...no, through him... this man, he realized, was no angel.

"..."

to say he was scared would be an understatement, this man was terrifying, but the offer was tempting, he finally understood why the deal was taken so often even knowing the price was steep, would he be happy if he had his wish, was it worth what he would lose for it? Perhaps the man knew what he was thinking, perhaps he had known all along, his lips quirked oddly, on side moving up and his lips curling back into a slight sneer.

"how much are you willing to pay for your wish to come true, young master?"

that was the question wasn't it...was his wish worth the price? How much could he truly pay for what he wanted before it was too costly? Matthew had never been a truly cautious person, perhaps that's why the answer was automatic to him.

"whatever it takes"