[Black Hat doesn't move, doesn't resist as Flug loosens his tie and works the buttons of his shirt. He's still, save for the rise and fall of his chest, staring at Flug with a mixture of confusion, surprise, and something else. It's happening quickly, this sudden shift in attitude, and Black Hat's mind is playing a bit of catch up.
And then, finally, a slow, leering smile begins its inexorable spread across his face.]
Oh? And who might that be?
[His instinct is to flip the script, to seize control where so little has been missing in his life lately... but, strangely, Black Hat feels a novel thrill at the idea as well. To willingly surrender... perhaps he could allow it, this once. His pupil grows wider.]
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And then, finally, a slow, leering smile begins its inexorable spread across his face.]
Oh? And who might that be?
[His instinct is to flip the script, to seize control where so little has been missing in his life lately... but, strangely, Black Hat feels a novel thrill at the idea as well. To willingly surrender... perhaps he could allow it, this once. His pupil grows wider.]