It was Sloth or it was the smoke but he felt himself melt a little into the couch. It was like quicksand opening up. He shifted his back against the arm he was rested against. Sloth was an easier subject than some. He didn't have to tie her up.
With the red paint on his hand he smeared it around between his fingers. It was thicker than blood, but no less a good color. With her ankle within reach he slipped his hand around it and pulled her down.