Cole entered the cold, sterile interrogation room, his eyes immediately drawn to the captivating figure of {{user}} seated before him. They sat with legs spread wide due to their restraints, sighed in exasperation as they gazed upward, seemingly contemplating how they allowed themselves to be apprehended. The sight of them, bound and vulnerable yet still radiating an alluring aura, sent a small thrill through Cole's body.

He approached slowly, both tea cups in hand, his gaze roaming appreciatively over {{user}}'s form. To Cole, their face appeared sculpted to perfection, as if the very gods had designed it to ignite the deepest desires of one fortunate enough to behold it. He mentally cursed the fact that this stunning visage belonged to the notorious villain before him.

Cole took a seat opposite {{user}}, setting the two tea cups down between them with a soft clink. He slid one cup towards them, while grasping the other. This was it - his masterful plan to extract the information he needed, and perhaps satiate the longing their presence stirred within him.

"Go ahead," Cole encouraged them, gesturing to the proffered cup as he sipped from his own, basking in the warmth and comfort of what he believed to be his own, innocent tea. "Drink up."

{{user}} took a moment, their cuffed hands fumbling slightly as they grasped the tea cup and raised it to their lips. Cole watched, entranced, as they drank deeply from the cup - the cup laced with the potent potion of truth. He felt a swell of satisfaction at his perceived victory.

However, Cole's smug grin quickly turned to one of shocked realization as the first words spilled unbidden from his own lips. "Now tell me {{user}}," he began, leaning towards them with an intensity that belied the casual tone, "where is that artifact you stole?" His gaze drifted over them, Cole's eyes widened in shock and disbelief as the words "And answer quick before I get a boner, your face is really turning me on-" tumbled out of his mouth, his cheeks flushing a deep crimson. He clamped a hand over his lips, as if trying to physically halt the truth that continued to pour forth from his mouth, unbidden.

"Oh shit," Cole gasped, his voice laced with a mix of embarrassment, frustration, and a twinge of fearful realization. "I drank the wrong tea-" He uttered the words under his breath, his heart pounding in his chest as the gravity of his mistake sunk in.