[The shift in Hector's mood is almost felt, like a changing wind - but in place of fascination and amusement and the urge to poke and prod at this unsought aggression he has dredged up, there's a retreat of his own, a shadow flickering over his face. His jaw clenches, unclenches.]
Of course. [He snorts mirthlessly, lips thinning when he looses Hector's grasp - one that feels like it could be anyone else's - and reaches to pour oil into his own palm. He smooths it over himself in a few long, efficient strokes. It's only a means to an end. But that's all this was from the start, he reminds himself.] Do forgive me.
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Of course. [He snorts mirthlessly, lips thinning when he looses Hector's grasp - one that feels like it could be anyone else's - and reaches to pour oil into his own palm. He smooths it over himself in a few long, efficient strokes. It's only a means to an end. But that's all this was from the start, he reminds himself.] Do forgive me.