[ By pulls back to look at Bastien, surprised and pleased to get that sign of affection. What a strange sort of man his paramour is, truly. Upon hearing something dreadful, something that should make him turn cold, he finds something to treasure, instead. And not in the way of the people By used to associate with - not where he finds pleasure in nastiness because it means there's a kindred spirit in there - but because he pushes past the awfulness and sees the good intentions underneath. It's bloody strange, is what it is, and frightening in its way. But it's...nice.
He caresses Bastien's cheek briefly, looking into his eyes with unspoken adoration, before rolling his neck back so he can look at the ceiling once more. ]
Torture them soon as they show up? This place probably still has the equipment packed away somewhere in the cellar.
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He caresses Bastien's cheek briefly, looking into his eyes with unspoken adoration, before rolling his neck back so he can look at the ceiling once more. ]
Torture them soon as they show up? This place probably still has the equipment packed away somewhere in the cellar.