When Hellen walked inside the room she seen Negan with his legs kicked up on his meeting table. Nobody else was present just yet so it was the two of them.

"Well you seem comfy."

She teased though her tone was anything but teasing. Still Negan gave a snort of amusement as he looked her way.

"The others will be here soon, just getting ready until then."

Negan explained. She rolled her eyes and took her place at the other end of the table. Negan had it to where she sat directly down from him at the other head. This showed everyone in the room that he believed them to be equals. Simon didn't really seem to agree with it -- but he was merely Negan's right hand man. Never the less, Negan made sure that she was treated with the respect she deserved.

"I took care of the truck incident."

"I heard you fuckin did. Damn girl, taking away point and beating the shit outta the kid! Your lady balls make my dangly bits excited!"

Blushing a bit she snorted as she sat down in her chair. He always did have a way with words when it came to his vocabulary. Not that it bothered her any all the years she had been beside him she became use to his language.

"Glad to hear someone like me can do that to you."

She replied causing Negan to catch her eye. He was silent for a moment watching her from across the table. The silence in the air was becoming thicker than before as Negan just watched her. His eyes boring into her very being while she just tried to sit there very still yet relaxed.

Suddenly Negan rose to his feet and found himself coming around the table slowly. Lucile staid in his hand as he walked toward her. Lifting her up to under Hellen's chin Negan looked at her from the other end of the bat.

"What s that suppose to fuckin mean?"

Hellen leaned forward a little into the barbwire having it scratch the underside of her neck. Negan watched carefully as she scratched her chin with it.

"You know what it fuckin means."

She snapped back with a slightly heartfelt tone. Negan pulled his bat from underneath her chin the pleasing burn remained against her skin. Sitting down on the table before her he took his ungloved hand and grabbed her face with it.

Inhaling through her nose she watched as he leaned forward placing his lips beside her ear. She felt his breath trickle on the shell.

"I'll show your ass what it fuckin means baby girl."

Pulling her lip between her teeth Hellen squished her legs together. Damn this man for doing what he does to her body.

"But -- that'll have to wait until later."

He said pulling away right as soon as the meeting room door opened. Arat and Dwight started to enter the room to take their places at the meeting table. Soon the others filed inside and Negan slowly made his way back to the head of the table.

"Now that we're all here was can fuckin begin!"

He said with a chipper tone to his voice and a grin that could light up the room. Placing his beloved bat down beside him as he sat he looked around the room.

"Now someone wanna tell me who the fuck killed all my men at the outpost?"