[ What worth is Belial's word, exactly? Not much, at the best of times. But he hardly has anything more to go on, or any way to ensure he doesn't betray his privacy. This is the best he can do. Endure the teasing he knows and expected to come, and trust that keeping this a secret is something that serves Belial's interests to some degree as well. Surely in his twisted, perverted black heart, the long-term enjoyment of keeping this to himself and others not knowing outweighs the temporary pleasure he'd gain out of exposing and embarrassing him?
—He shouldn't think on that any further. Trying to decipher Belial's thought processes is dangerous territory. Particularly when he realizes that the reason he thinks Belial would find the secrecy appealing is because he does too.
To Belial's denial, he reacts with a snort and in a tone dripping pure sarcasm: ]
No? I suppose the absolute cacophony that comes from either yours or Metera's room at night is just a mass hallucination we all share at once with the Singularity, then. You don't hear yourselves from outside, do you? Ah, but then again, given how loud both of you already are separately, I suppose not much better could be expected when you combine.
[ It's not really a point he wants to argue, but talking back like this makes him feel a little better, and a little less like he's already at Belial's mercy before he even actually put him under his control. He finds himself shifting in place, with a certain degree of awkwardness, thinking of some way to prompt Belial to finally proceed to the next step, and do what he led him here to ask him for. Maybe he should move this to some other place first— to one of their rooms, maybe, somewhere they could at least sit, rather than awkwardly standing in the middle of the hallway like this— but that would be a verbal, conscious acknowledgement of where, he knows deep down, he would really like this to lead. Make him unable to keep up the pretense to himself that he just wants to experience the charm, rather than looking for, or expecting, how Belial would take advantage of it.
Besides, he's getting really, really impatient. Everything he's managed to endure for the past months is wearing all the more on him now that the relief from it feels so, so tantalizingly close. ]
... Well, regardless.
[ He straightens up, standing up like a student awaiting his professor's next instructions, or a soldier from his commander, finally looking back up at Belial and starting straight ahead as he manages to settle his expression into some measure of calm and neutrality, to mask all the mess of emotions and nervous desperation tangling within. ]
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—He shouldn't think on that any further. Trying to decipher Belial's thought processes is dangerous territory. Particularly when he realizes that the reason he thinks Belial would find the secrecy appealing is because he does too.
To Belial's denial, he reacts with a snort and in a tone dripping pure sarcasm: ]
No? I suppose the absolute cacophony that comes from either yours or Metera's room at night is just a mass hallucination we all share at once with the Singularity, then. You don't hear yourselves from outside, do you? Ah, but then again, given how loud both of you already are separately, I suppose not much better could be expected when you combine.
[ It's not really a point he wants to argue, but talking back like this makes him feel a little better, and a little less like he's already at Belial's mercy before he even actually put him under his control. He finds himself shifting in place, with a certain degree of awkwardness, thinking of some way to prompt Belial to finally proceed to the next step, and do what he led him here to ask him for. Maybe he should move this to some other place first— to one of their rooms, maybe, somewhere they could at least sit, rather than awkwardly standing in the middle of the hallway like this— but that would be a verbal, conscious acknowledgement of where, he knows deep down, he would really like this to lead. Make him unable to keep up the pretense to himself that he just wants to experience the charm, rather than looking for, or expecting, how Belial would take advantage of it.
Besides, he's getting really, really impatient. Everything he's managed to endure for the past months is wearing all the more on him now that the relief from it feels so, so tantalizingly close. ]
... Well, regardless.
[ He straightens up, standing up like a student awaiting his professor's next instructions, or a soldier from his commander, finally looking back up at Belial and starting straight ahead as he manages to settle his expression into some measure of calm and neutrality, to mask all the mess of emotions and nervous desperation tangling within. ]