Reuben smiled wider still, glad to hear the boy so positive for once. "Well, perhaps we could help your legs on the road to recovery?" He said, shifting closer to Fabian, and patting his own leg, "Put your leg up." He said, rolling up his sleeves, "We'll see if a rub doesn't make you feel better." He told him, knowing that it was the demons talking, thinking for him, but surely rubbing the boy's bare legs might help Fabian feel better and thus such wicked actions weren't so terribly wicked...