[ Aoba can't help his eyes widening in surprise. Prince is going to hurt him? He was expecting... well, he's not sure what he was expecting. Maybe electric shock to his skin, or more needles. His mind begins to race on the subject of how-
Cathaway and her rods draw him back to where he is. Something flickers in and out of view before he can guess at what she's doing, so he looks back over his shoulder. ]
Oh. Um, that's... alright.
[ He's not sure what else to say at this point. This makes things more awkward and, try as he might to block it out, oddly personal. But he already agreed, and even knowing this, he still wants answers. ]
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Cathaway and her rods draw him back to where he is. Something flickers in and out of view before he can guess at what she's doing, so he looks back over his shoulder. ]
Oh. Um, that's... alright.
[ He's not sure what else to say at this point. This makes things more awkward and, try as he might to block it out, oddly personal. But he already agreed, and even knowing this, he still wants answers. ]