The big black SUV pulls up outside of Terrance’s apartment complex. Terrance has been busy improving the concoction, making it better and making it longer lasting. He has been having fun doing something constructive that will actually help instead of destructive and morally wrong. He was never the biggest fan of the clients he supplied to before. Never really believing in his potions, but now that he has his own mate he can't help but feel even more disgusted with the use of his own invention.
Levi has just set up a chair in the lab and just watching over Terrance, interested in watching him work. Terrance talks over his shoulder without his eyes, leaving the bubbling potion in front of him.
“Do you think I'm a bad person for doing what I do?”
“I don’t particularly like the way it is
