[Carelessly flicking the bud back into the water:]

There was more to my interest than what lay between your legs.

[He leaves it at that, closing his eyes a moment and fighting the pull of a dark curiosity that dares him to ask what Hector may have heard about him from others' lips. Not all rumours that swirled around the castle and came back to him fell into the realm of amusing nonsense, and in a black fury, his hands had found their way around the throats of a few of those giggling succubi, their laughter ringing in his ears long after he had squeezed and bruised his fingers into their skin, silencing them.]

Oh, an army of little hellions, surely. [Wearing red jasper, he learned, eventually, kept them from draining his strength, which allowed him to fuck with abandon. And he did, for years, seeking them at times as often as they sought him, shoving them down and pumping into them with all his savage frustration.] Although it hardly matters, now least of all.

[He notices Hector's hesitation before long and cants his head at him, unamused.]

...Have you come only to stare?