"You...may be right," he concedes, and though there's still a pulse of heat low in his stomach at the sight of Mattheiu before him it's overwritten by concern. While the image of his reaper mindless in pleasure is something that he loves dearly, it would kill him to ever actually harm the man and with the uncertainty of the new additions...

"There are other things, darling. Fingers, mouth, I wouldn't ever want to hurt you-"