Hmm.

[ He murmurs, low in his throat. His eyes can't help but chase the motion of his tongue on his lips, before it's back to his eyes. Slotted like they are together, it's hard to see anything but him right now.

Not that he minds. Is there anything else he wants to see right now? ]

Maybe it's to see more of you. [ He keeps his voice low, like this is a secret between them. ]

The real thing, underneath that pretense.

[ That monster that he knew existed. That violent beast slithering under his skin that still only reared its head when it caught the scent of blood. Drawing it out would keep him coming back, pushing him, and this heady... thing that existed was still a game of push and pull between them. Silco pushing, nudging, trying to tug him under with him.

Besides, I would hate to be made the fool for looking so closely, only to find you wanting.

[ Closer, closer. His nails dig into his shoulders like he could reach into him and draw him out. ]