[He’s caught between amusement and annoyance at being touched, at feeling hands press against him, but the plea has him swaying towards the former. A frisson of dark delight passes through him at this reluctant flicker of vulnerability. Sliding his hand away from the man's face - letting his long fingers trail off his jaw -, he calmly brushes aside Spock's hands.]
I suppose I might…
[He answers with a cock of his head, his voice deceptively soft as he toys with the idea.]
But you said such dreadful, hurtful things of me last we spoke… I'm afraid it is most difficult to feel compelled to aid one who thinks me a monster. Now tell me, my dear Spock... is that what it is you truly believe?
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[He’s caught between amusement and annoyance at being touched, at feeling hands press against him, but the plea has him swaying towards the former. A frisson of dark delight passes through him at this reluctant flicker of vulnerability. Sliding his hand away from the man's face - letting his long fingers trail off his jaw -, he calmly brushes aside Spock's hands.]
I suppose I might…
[He answers with a cock of his head, his voice deceptively soft as he toys with the idea.]
But you said such dreadful, hurtful things of me last we spoke… I'm afraid it is most difficult to feel compelled to aid one who thinks me a monster. Now tell me, my dear Spock... is that what it is you truly believe?