you learn to live without

i found cynicism, i found criticism
i've been zero to hero & i have been the villain

Muscle memory we'll call it for now, had Remi's fingers responding as Sam's hips slid forward. Perhaps the amount was nearly imperceptible but heightened as his senses currently were, the movement didn't go unnoticed. A talon pressed against Sam's shirt, flattening it against the ascended's skin while Remi's remaining fingers clawed around the bookmaker's hip. Still the movement was gentle, but still deadly; a venus fly trap subtly adjusting itself as the fly gets comfortable.

"Tell me then Sam, since you know so well. Tell me how I sound." He sounded monstrous just now; the melodic cadence of his voice giving way to something altogether eerie in its pleasantness. With his face only an inch or so away from Sam's now, the ascended would have to shrink back a good deal in order to be able to properly look at him.