[His eyes, exposed once more. He doesn't think he's ever had anyone look into his eyes as much as Silco does - no, he hunts for that gaze, finds ways to reveal them time and time again.]

[His eyes are vivid as ever, their hue like the hints of a crimson sunset - his mouth curls into a mild little smirk.]

Maybe there are some people who deserve a good whipping with a sharp tongue every now and then.

[His hand descends lower, lower, splaying on his tailbone as he pitches it slightly so that Silco slots even better against his pelvis, like a puzzle piece.]

It's good for morale. Sometimes.