A chill runs through him when the Dark Urge's massive hands find his shoulders. Not just the shock of warmth. Want for touch but one that isn't immediately rough. But yes, memory of where that led last time. He doesn't drop his eyes, then.
It oddly wasn't why he brought up the gauntlets, but that would have taken longer to explain. And he has a question to answer too soon for clarification to come to the forefront. "I'm not looking to die anytime soon," he says simply. "And if he's any indication," a nod back toward that discarded head. "I imagine I would be no more safe above ground. If Bane wishes me gone, then I am not keen to oblige him."
It's a flimsy revenge, to just continue existing out of spite, but it is all that he has, even if there is something boiling in him that wants more. Maybe that part of him wants claws again.
The Dark Urge asks another question, and that complicates things. This was presented first seemingly as a way to get him out of that cage, but he suddenly has the opportunity to make requests and there are far too many. Does he want to sleep on something that's not the ground? To have clothes? To not be fucked (or anything else) bloody?
All of those, yes. Which means he has to decide what needs relief sooner and what he is willing to endure until he can bargain again.
His mind is back on those hands touching him, and he shivers.
"...I expect however you decide you'd like to carry on playing, very little I say is going to change things. But I do have a request. For reasons of...practicality."
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It oddly wasn't why he brought up the gauntlets, but that would have taken longer to explain. And he has a question to answer too soon for clarification to come to the forefront. "I'm not looking to die anytime soon," he says simply. "And if he's any indication," a nod back toward that discarded head. "I imagine I would be no more safe above ground. If Bane wishes me gone, then I am not keen to oblige him."
It's a flimsy revenge, to just continue existing out of spite, but it is all that he has, even if there is something boiling in him that wants more. Maybe that part of him wants claws again.
The Dark Urge asks another question, and that complicates things. This was presented first seemingly as a way to get him out of that cage, but he suddenly has the opportunity to make requests and there are far too many. Does he want to sleep on something that's not the ground? To have clothes? To not be fucked (or anything else) bloody?
All of those, yes. Which means he has to decide what needs relief sooner and what he is willing to endure until he can bargain again.
His mind is back on those hands touching him, and he shivers.
"...I expect however you decide you'd like to carry on playing, very little I say is going to change things. But I do have a request. For reasons of...practicality."