If deadbeat or torturer were the only two options, surely deadbeat was the better of the two. Connie's father was the latter but it was best to not get into those details otherwise the screaming would come back and he would get lost in the memories of Bedlam.
There were more important things and the Confluence hummed against Cian's lips as they kissed, short as it was. He wanted more but that was his problem wasn't it? Connie never knew when to stop. Which was why his only answer was a murmured, "Shut up," and a reclaiming of Cian's lips. Yes, that was the real kiss he had asked for but he hadn't been unhappy about what he had gotten. It had just made him need more, always more. Don't stop now.