[Isaac doesn't, not for a while, his expression calmly inscrutable when reaching to touch him. He's come without his gauntlets for once, the pad of his finger warmed over Hector's skin as he traces the sharp neckline of his tunic with a nail, thoughtful.]
It seems I kept you waiting.
[He husks, not looking up. With a grim uptick to his smile, he lifts his hand away and settles for sitting sideways, only half of him on the bed, one foot still in contact with the floor as if in readiness to leave at any moment.]
I imagine you feel them circling the tower like gnats as well...? [The succubi, he means. He could have let one in and still isn't sure why he hadn't and what brought him here instead, courting what seems like their next regret. The wine's not all to blame, but neither could deny that it has played enough of a part. He sniffs and holds it out to Hector if he'll have any - what little is left sloshing around, at least.]
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It seems I kept you waiting.
[He husks, not looking up. With a grim uptick to his smile, he lifts his hand away and settles for sitting sideways, only half of him on the bed, one foot still in contact with the floor as if in readiness to leave at any moment.]
I imagine you feel them circling the tower like gnats as well...? [The succubi, he means. He could have let one in and still isn't sure why he hadn't and what brought him here instead, courting what seems like their next regret. The wine's not all to blame, but neither could deny that it has played enough of a part. He sniffs and holds it out to Hector if he'll have any - what little is left sloshing around, at least.]