"Ungrateful wretch," comes the accusation at the lack of response outside of the expression, even though the Dark Urge feels a thrill work its way through him. The anger even behind those tears is something he wants to inhale and enjoy, probably not to savour but just being able to taste it would be enough. Instead he swings his arm and backhands the man across the left cheek, wanting it to hurt enough to draw a yelp out of him.
As much as he enjoys the fire in Gortash, there really did need to be some kind of answer to the triple murder during his escape. That three Bhaalists were bested by this man is all the more intriguing, especially now that he's had the human kneel for him and swallow his cock.
Whether or not Gortash is flung prone to the floor by the force of being struck, the bhaalspawn moves away from where he's been standing, tucking his rapidly wilting cock back into his trousers. Guests of this nature don't usually last long, but toys of Gortash's particular skillset and current mood certainly aren't permitted to be freely able to range where they wish to. And so he's barely got a few steps away before he calls out:
"Put my toy away."
It'll become intensely clear that he's talking to cultist guards, and given how much he hasn't had to raise his voice, it's likely that they've heard everything standing guard at the open doorway.
"He will need plenty of rest for what plans I have for him," he adds as three cultists descend onto Gortash, six hands gripping at him and forcing him up to his feet. There's a cage set near the east wall, big enough for a man of Gortash's height to lie horizontally if he chooses to. Though at half the height of its length, it's impossible to stand up in.
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As much as he enjoys the fire in Gortash, there really did need to be some kind of answer to the triple murder during his escape. That three Bhaalists were bested by this man is all the more intriguing, especially now that he's had the human kneel for him and swallow his cock.
Whether or not Gortash is flung prone to the floor by the force of being struck, the bhaalspawn moves away from where he's been standing, tucking his rapidly wilting cock back into his trousers. Guests of this nature don't usually last long, but toys of Gortash's particular skillset and current mood certainly aren't permitted to be freely able to range where they wish to. And so he's barely got a few steps away before he calls out:
"Put my toy away."
It'll become intensely clear that he's talking to cultist guards, and given how much he hasn't had to raise his voice, it's likely that they've heard everything standing guard at the open doorway.
"He will need plenty of rest for what plans I have for him," he adds as three cultists descend onto Gortash, six hands gripping at him and forcing him up to his feet. There's a cage set near the east wall, big enough for a man of Gortash's height to lie horizontally if he chooses to. Though at half the height of its length, it's impossible to stand up in.