[He glances aside at the lengthy explanation as if to say, ‘I do not recall asking you for the story of your life’, although his interest is forever piqued by the idea of pushing a man to the outer edges of his limits – and at the titillating idea of succeeding where the Malnosso had failed. But fierce, sadistic impulses come and go, tempered by reason. This isn’t the time to indulge all too much.]
Lay back. [He presses his fingers to Spock’s chest and lazily pushes against him.]
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Lay back. [He presses his fingers to Spock’s chest and lazily pushes against him.]