The thought has occurred to me...but after a man has possessed a rare treasure, a counterfeit of it brings no joy. I cannot rebuilt what I have lost, so I must seek something new.

[He looks over Isaac's form, naked and sprawled, skin pink from the heat of the water, looking as languid as Hector's ever seen him, laughing.]

And from where I stand, it doesn't look so poor a choice.

[He bows his head in mimicry of a servant to his lord, the role he's played this night, and turns back toward the hallway to leave.]