[Silco pushes. This could be a ballroom, with them as lonely dancers - the push and pull almost feels like the flow of blood itself. His eyes continue to burn - as if they, themselves, are hungry for something that he cannot name.]

[No, even as the man moves, he won't give him his exposed belly. It's simple, so very simple, to let his rough hands move and grasp over the other's neck. He shoves down. He exerts barely any effort to do so. Silco may be strong, now.]

[Vergilius will always be stronger.]

I hide nothing. I am what I am. [And a squeeze - a threat, perhaps, but also, a vivid reminder. This is who you want to play around with..] But a secret for you as well, Silco. For free.

[His own mouth is still bloody, and he licks over it to clean his lips - not unlike a dog after a meal.]

If you will understand me, you will understand that you have to take all of me. Have a taste of it all. Even the parts you don't like.