Ice Cold...

He was whistling to himself as he entered Pocahontas' room. She was all alone now that Odette had gone on her dinner date, which fit him perfectly fine.
In his hand was a heavy bucket of ice cold water, which made it hard to walk. He had to carry it with both hands.
It was good to finally let the weight fall from his arms as he poured the cold water over Pocahontas' body.
That ought to wake her up.

Pocahontas jumped awake, looking up seeing him again. She backed away fast, her eyes wide. So many thoughts went through her head, "Am I in trouble?" Was the only thing she could think to herself, fearing that was the only thing that was going to happen.

John laughed. She reminded him of a frightened animal.
"Good to see you're not dead yet," he smirked.
"I need you to do a favor for me."

Pocahontas tensed down a bit, looking at him. She was still scared but, he had a favor for her, "Wh-.." She breathed out, calming herself, "What is it?" Pocahontas spoke in a polite tone, hoping not to piss him off..

"You remember what you promised me, before you made a whole scene out of everything?" he said as if she had been trying to get attention. As if she was nothing but an attentionwhore. As if she had exaggerated the whole situation.
"Well, I have a feeling Odette knows where it's hidden... and I want you to find out, where it is..."

Pocahontas heard his mocking tone, knowing he still strongly disliked her. Feeling he was making her out as a attention whore, "Yes I do.." She spoke, hearing him tell her Odette probably knew where the key was hidden. Pocahontas didn't like hearing that Odette probably knew where it was, "Yes, sir.." She nodded, being very polite so she wouldn't get hit or tortured..

"Don't be so stuck up will ya?" he said and made a grimace as she said the word "sir".
"Lighten up, be a bit friendly."
He smiled at her, as if he wanted her no harm at all, but the evil glare in his eyes betrayed his true feelings.

Pocahontas stopped being tensed, sitting there..She nodded, smiling back a little when he smiled. Seeing the glare in his eyes somehow didn't seem bother, like his voice said the true thought, "So..How should I approach Odette?"

"I'm not doing your job for you now am I?" he said as he picket up the empty metal bucket.
"But I suggest you figure out a way to get it out of her. You know what will happen if you don't..."

Pocahontas looked down, looking back, "No your not.." She had said it politely but, not too polite to offend him..She watched him pick up the bucket, listening to what he was saying. Pocahontas looked away, hearing him kinda threaten her at the end of his sentence. She only nodded.

"Good girl," he said as she nodded.
He laid his hand on her head as if she was a pet of his and walked out the door.
"I'll give you... let's say... a day," he said before shutting the door and locking it. Leaving Pocahontas all alone yet again.