[It comes as something of a surprise that Hector hadn't wandered in blind like he had. Isaac gives him a look of mock-astonishment, eyebrows going up.]

Clever boy. [He purrs, mimicking their lilting tones with a twitch of amusement on his lips.] ...I had no need to press them, for they were quite fond of wagging their tongues when they weren't putting them to good use.

[Always keen on getting a rise out of him, in all senses. He idly plucks a chamomile bud from his chest, rolling it between the pads of his fingers.]

All their tales of you and your ten inch horse-cock could only ever lead to disappointment.