"Maybe it is," Raksha continued, tone vicious in its gentleness, "It'll heal, one way or another." A pause, then instead of stepping closer, he moved around Torin in a tight stalking circle. The absence of fear or unease in the blond was intriguing. Lacking the tiger's strength and speed did not take away Raksha's skill as a killer. Not that he had any intention of harming Torin. The opposite, if anything. Pain and pleasure were not so far apart, especially for Raksha. Sometimes not separate at all. He paused behind the blond, slightly more to Torin's left shoulder. It meant his response was spoken nearly in the blond's ear.
"Then what do you like to see?" He waited for the meaning implied to sink in before continuing, "What else bothers you?" Still wasn't touching the blond, but there was barely an inch between them.