Velryn's smile never wavered, but something cold flickered behind those purple eyes.
"Then we make it unpleasant. Nothing permanent, of course—Collective wants you intact. All fingers attached, all limbs working, brain undamaged. But pain?"
He leaned forward again.
"Pain is a WONDERFUL teacher. And there are SO many ways to hurt someone without leaving marks. Want me to list them? I can list them. I'm VERY good at listing them."
[FUR. Don't let him list them. He'll enjoy it too much.]
Before Faelyn could respond—before Velryn could start his apparently enthusiastic catalog of torture methods—the door hide shifted.
Velryn immediately straightened, that manic energy dimming slightly.
The temperature seemed to drop.
Scar'oth entered.
Moving with that fluid, sinuous grace. Too smooth. Too controlled.
His slitted eyes found Faelyn immediately, then moved to Velryn.
"Velryn. Leave us."
"But I was just getting to the GOOD part—"
"Leave."
