“I’m sorry that menace is incorrect.. would you prefer tyrant instead? Is that more polite?” (//noctis woke up today and chose to be a brat and violence)
“It’s certainly more correct. Would you like me to exercise my tyranny by locking you in a room? I’ll be generous. Does ten years sound good? I can schedule it on Angelguard too, if you like.”
“With any luck, she’ll have found enough of a spine to run you through with her trident.” The still (somehow) human hand reaches to brush through Mors’s hair.
He shuts his eyes for a moment, trying not to smile idly at the feeling of that claw touching his hair. “You would like that, wouldn’t you? To see me bleeding out, and impaled?”
“It’s a marshmallow that looks like an eyeball filled with red jam.” He squeezed said ‘eyeball’ to prove how soft it was. “What? Did you think they were from humans?”
"... It's not a real eyeball is it?"
@amplectormors