Yes, this was what he wanted to hear. But more than that, he wanted to see this, those tears. They were like elixir, keeping him alive. He loved shame, loved fear and regret. He loved everything that most people didn't and he loved being one of the causes thereof. But he wasn't going to fuck her, wasn't going to give her that just yet. Instead, he asked with a curious quirk of his brow, "Do you like girls, Zowie?" Oh yes, he had ideas.