Always running his mouth, yeah he's got a few scars
There is something deeply, primally satisfying in the fear, the panic Nate inspires in the other man. Like a part of him he never really stepped out of fully, that is more than happy to wash over him as again as soon as he leans into it a little bit. And it's so easy like this, the weak protests against his grip doing nothing to sway him, to loosen his hands. Once he has the other where he wants him, Nate goes still again, not breathing, not blinking, not moving an inch, just a wide, savage smile that didn't reach Nate's icy eyes aimed at the other man.
A low laugh left Nate at the stumbling words that left his victim, the sound humourless. There were so many answers to the question why. Because he wants to, because he can, because it's easy. "I'm doing this because you insulted me." He offers instead, head tilting from side to side as he looked over the younger man. "Apologize for calling me a monster, and I'll let go." A simple enough deal, offered in Nate's most trustworthy tone, though it's not as if the other has many options beyond doing what he wants.
A low laugh left Nate at the stumbling words that left his victim, the sound humourless. There were so many answers to the question why. Because he wants to, because he can, because it's easy. "I'm doing this because you insulted me." He offers instead, head tilting from side to side as he looked over the younger man. "Apologize for calling me a monster, and I'll let go." A simple enough deal, offered in Nate's most trustworthy tone, though it's not as if the other has many options beyond doing what he wants.
NATE
