There was a moments surprise when Sasha dropped his glamour. Pavel had no point of reference about demons other than stories. Which was something he’d stopped paying attention to after finding how that being a Fae wasn’t the same as in the stories. “You have tail.” He said matter of fact, not needing to dwell on it. “I do not have anything you would need to know ahead- but thank you for sharing.”
Looking at the desk and the items the other boy had brought, Pavel wasn’t quite sure how he felt. He’d had a lot of fun with Valentin, but they’d never used props. But he had to admit that when Sasha smacked the riding crop he felt a strange feeling. Maybe it’s because he’d been just waiting for a fight, waiting for someone to beat him up like he’d been beating up himself. Maybe this is what he needed.