[He can sense Owl's fear. He likes it. He'd like to bottle it for cold nights when he's alone so that he could get drunk off of it. Pain is being as predatory as he can to get Owl to...to ally with him. He is terribly impressed by Osan, after all. And what better way than through fear and flattery?]
Don't worry, I am not him. You will only be touched in a way befitting a living piece of art such as yourself.
[He means it.]
A fitting match for your dolls, the living third to their deathly duo. It has a poetry to it, no?
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[He can sense Owl's fear. He likes it. He'd like to bottle it for cold nights when he's alone so that he could get drunk off of it. Pain is being as predatory as he can to get Owl to...to ally with him. He is terribly impressed by Osan, after all. And what better way than through fear and flattery?]
Don't worry, I am not him. You will only be touched in a way befitting a living piece of art such as yourself.
[He means it.]
A fitting match for your dolls, the living third to their deathly duo. It has a poetry to it, no?
[And he kisses Owl's tiny wrist.]