"Dustin, they're planning something. You can just ignore them," Eleanor swiftly advised Dustin against it.

She had volunteered herself because she was sure Sheehan wouldn't dare try anything dirty with her.

But if it was Dustin, she couldn't be sure that they wouldn't make a fool out of him.

"Don't worry. I know what I'm doing."

Dustin smiled at Eleanor before looking at Sheehan. "How should I assist you, Mr. Crock?"

"It's easy. I need a drop of your blood and a few strands of your hair. After that, just wait for my cue." Sheehan grinned.

"Sure." Dustin nodded and pulled out a silver needle to prick his index finger. Then, he squeezed a drop of his blood into an empty glass.

Next, he plucked a few strands of hair and dropped them into the cup.

"Will this do?" he asked.

"Yes, this will do." Sheehan grinned impishly and gave Ezra a look.

Ezra nodded with a smile and relaxed on the couch, looking like he was ready to enjoy a show. He knew very well what Sheehan was capable of