[ His fear, that perfect small, sweet body pressed so close against his. There was something about the beauty in that fear he so loved seeing. Perhaps even more when reflected in those eyes.
That hand's not letting go either way. If anything, it grasps his thigh and tests the skin beneath his fingertips with the lightest of strokes. ]
Xerxes Break. [ Just to commit the name to memory. ] A man of interesting tastes.
[ He considers letting go, considers allowing the chase to carry on as it usually does and give the boy another day to run but then, perhaps he's tarried long enough to trap the boy? The bots were coming, after all. ]