Whatever effect the human is driving for - and to the Dark Urge, it must be something - the sharp smile that tugs at his lips is almost instantaneous. He looks amused, darkly so, as though the answer the man has provided fulfils whatever he has been waiting for. It's not that he towers above Gortash as much as he does others, though there's enough of a height difference for him to be looking down to maintain eye contact. But it's the mass of bulk that he carries in thick bands of muscle that make him broad as well.
It's a terrifying prospect to have somebody as big as he is be able to keep to the shadows as though he simply melts into them.
The human stops in front of him and it's all he can do to not wrap his fingers around his bare neck and choke the life from him. The urge demands satisfaction but his desires are pushed again into a less lethal direction. Easier when he catches the pink bloom in the man's cheeks and he laughs, derisive and cruel.
"So you wanted me to see your desire?"
He's certainly insinuating something even if he doesn't bother to name it. As though he has the right to have an opinion on that without Gortash particularly being able to express his in return. By now, it's likely clear that the Dark Urge isn't interested in hearing. Certainly not for the next few hours.
"What a desperate little toy," he says and, rather than touching the human and breaking any anticipatory tension, he moves, circling around the smaller man, never touching but incredibly close. He doesn't make a secret of the fact he's looking Gortash over, objectifying him purposely.
"Perhaps this will be everything you had hoped for after all," he adds, and it isn't an offer of anything respectful or hopeful. He's still slowly circling the man, powerful steps that give the impression of prowling more than anything. Imminently ready to pounce.
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It's a terrifying prospect to have somebody as big as he is be able to keep to the shadows as though he simply melts into them.
The human stops in front of him and it's all he can do to not wrap his fingers around his bare neck and choke the life from him. The urge demands satisfaction but his desires are pushed again into a less lethal direction. Easier when he catches the pink bloom in the man's cheeks and he laughs, derisive and cruel.
"So you wanted me to see your desire?"
He's certainly insinuating something even if he doesn't bother to name it. As though he has the right to have an opinion on that without Gortash particularly being able to express his in return. By now, it's likely clear that the Dark Urge isn't interested in hearing. Certainly not for the next few hours.
"What a desperate little toy," he says and, rather than touching the human and breaking any anticipatory tension, he moves, circling around the smaller man, never touching but incredibly close. He doesn't make a secret of the fact he's looking Gortash over, objectifying him purposely.
"Perhaps this will be everything you had hoped for after all," he adds, and it isn't an offer of anything respectful or hopeful. He's still slowly circling the man, powerful steps that give the impression of prowling more than anything. Imminently ready to pounce.