[He grinds his back molars together so hard, he thinks he can hear them squeak with friction, but he refuses to cry out. He tenses his toes, his fingers, then relaxes them. You'll have to settle with choked little sounds of breathing.]
Yes...[He chokes out] But...how much... of it is... willing? [Of course, that will only work if this guy doesn't prefer his meals unwilling and Serrure is beginning to think he's a bit out of luck in that department.]
Action!
Yes...[He chokes out] But...how much... of it is... willing? [Of course, that will only work if this guy doesn't prefer his meals unwilling and Serrure is beginning to think he's a bit out of luck in that department.]