And yet despite the threat, within him coursed the dangerous thrill of getting away with something he really, really shouldn't. The thrill that had been there, a constant background part of his life, since his initiation. By rights, he shouldn't even be alive right now.
Thank you, Melpomene he thought, the surge of gratitude as deep as the thrill, as the danger, and the risk, and the lust. All of them vying for attention, all of them shouting too loud to think.
He was a creature of want, and action. Thinking had never been his strong suit anyway.