It's clear that he allows the thought to permeate beyond his own set of assumptions and experiences, especially when it comes to the idea of pain. His relationship with inflicting it is oftentimes rapid and physically violent, not stringing it out before his final assault on life itself. The expectation of pain as a default is difficult to shake, and part of the reason he had approached the other man asking for something else. Something new.

Despite his own preference for not playing with his prey, the violence he has wrought on others in service to Bhaal has always been nothing but foreplay to the final act. The true climax. And yet here he's presented with the idea of life after pain. Of pain to serve as a reminder of something that had been overwhelmingly pleasurable. That had celebrated life and living, where everybody had walked away with a heart still beating. There's a complicated squirming in his stomach, as though a sensation he's very familiar with has had its wings momentarily clipped, unable to take flight.

The hand beneath Enver's stays where it is, the softness spiking such a different type of experience he doesn't want to not explore it. But his other hand reaches up, thumb brushing over the scar decorating the other man's chin.

"And this? Is this a memento?"