[ He's lowered, feet allowed to touch the floor. Though he does not want the Prince to let him go and end this, it is a relief, and his mind radiates nothing but twisted, awkwardly sappy attraction and admiration for the one with a hand still firmly wrapped around his neck. Sly Blue has a much higher tolerance for pain than his alternate - perhaps Cathaway will see it in the image of his mind. Still, the physical body can only handle so much, and Sly's vision speckles the same as before.
He says nothing as Cathaway waves her rods around his head. Honestly, he wishes she'd leave them. Dragged out this way, he's hanging onto consciousness by a thread, yet still his mind is wandering. Thoughts of desire involving the Prince are open and throbbing right along with the pain he's had inflicted on him, shameless in nature. ]
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He says nothing as Cathaway waves her rods around his head. Honestly, he wishes she'd leave them. Dragged out this way, he's hanging onto consciousness by a thread, yet still his mind is wandering. Thoughts of desire involving the Prince are open and throbbing right along with the pain he's had inflicted on him, shameless in nature. ]