[ The sound and smell of Iorveth's wrists mixed with acid is still fresh in his mind, and the acrid aroma of this human's hot alcohol breath nearly makes him gag again. He swallows his disgust in service of continuing the distraction. If he's going to have hurt Iorveth, he had better make sure it was worth it. ]
No need to manhandle, boys--
[ His voice is airy, but there's a sharp undercurrent that suggests it bothers him more than he'd like to let on. In fact, being tugged around and roughly handled makes his chest feel tight. ]
It was an easy decision. I love money and I have loose morals.
no subject
No need to manhandle, boys--
[ His voice is airy, but there's a sharp undercurrent that suggests it bothers him more than he'd like to let on. In fact, being tugged around and roughly handled makes his chest feel tight. ]
It was an easy decision. I love money and I have loose morals.