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the eagerness pleases him in a twisted sort of way; he knows himself well enough to know it's the feeling of power over the situation, real or not. he smiles slowly, but the expression only lasts a moment after it settles on his face. he reaches for the crushed poppy, still possessing many of its seeds, and tosses it near gregory's feet.
"keep me company a bit," he tells him, watching his face with sharp eyes. "i'll talk until i get tired of hearing myself." he leaves the rest unsaid; if you want to know more than that, there will have to be a next time. assuming he agrees to a first time.