The old man gazed at General Augustus with a mildly annoyed frown, but when his gaze shifted to the head he held, his look quickly transformed into a fawning smile.
He was missing most of his teeth, except for two sharp incisors, that were dirty brown. His eyes appeared shifty and were never settled on a single thing, and he looked about with quick, jerky movements like a rodent. It made him appear incredibly distrustful.
General Augustus brought his arm forward, giving him the severed head, "Give me everything you can draw out from this brain. I only care for the last few hours. So be as thorough as possible."
The old man smacked his lips, his voice sounded as if he was trying unsuccessfully to stop himself from laughing and failing, "Hehehe… As you command, my master. Every laughter, every thought, and every sight he had witnessed shall be yours. "