[He doesn't pull away or bristle like a wounded animal, scoffing instead, his edginess and all his internal alarms dampened.]

You must forgive me for having my doubts. [He says in a sleepy, slurring tone, both of Hector fucking him and the idea of them fucking each other in the castle.] ...Had you made to lie on top of me then, you would have been most fortunate indeed to leave with all parts of you intact. [With a humourless smile, he knuckles away some wine dripping down his chin, licking it off his finger.]

Well... I don't suppose much has changed.

[The mattress dips and bobs as Hector shifts, but Isaac doesn't turn or lie back in the space he has made, humming to himself while staring blearily through the shadows at the wall in front of him.]