[Every conversation with Isaac is fraught with pitfalls. Had he admitted jealousy, it would be a coin's flip whether Isaac would sent him away, spitting about Hector's clinginess and sentimentality again.
He slides the cloth past Isaac's elbow and up the tense, wiry muscles of his bicep. It draws him closer, though he keeps his eyes downcast, like a good servant or a man wanting to avoid the vulnerability that would come with eye contact.]
I will leave them to you.
[Hector has no illusions about the goodness or loyalty of demons, but he still doesn't want Isaac's blood on his hands.]
no subject
He slides the cloth past Isaac's elbow and up the tense, wiry muscles of his bicep. It draws him closer, though he keeps his eyes downcast, like a good servant or a man wanting to avoid the vulnerability that would come with eye contact.]
I will leave them to you.
[Hector has no illusions about the goodness or loyalty of demons, but he still doesn't want Isaac's blood on his hands.]
Have you ever considered taking human lovers?