[ his face takes on an expression of muted pleasure as he listens, utterly attentive. ] The hands are always a lovely place to begin— working in patterns, watching the agony grow. Flesh makes for such an interesting canvas. [ he takes in a breath, looking so refreshed despite everything. ] Ahh, lovely.
[ a soft chuckle sounds from him. ] I would not have expected such excellent company from a drunk. How fortuitous!