Ba'al will convince himself he asked so he'll know just how good Sinjir is at his former job and not out of some buried deep masochistic need. Regardless, it gives him more information.
It's most certainly not a turn on.
He opens his mouth to respond to the question but it cuts off short. His fingers break and he lets out a low guttural cry. He doesn't pull away though it obviously hurts and instincts scream to cradle his hand protectively. He takes a minute, breathing heavily through his nose. He had closed his eyes to hide the glow and when he opens them again his pupils are blown wide. For a second, he leans in like he might kiss him but he pulls away.
He steps back from the bed. He might not be curled up on the floor in pain but he definitely isn't as steady on his feet as he was. With his good hand, he pulls a small device from his pocket. Similar to the one he already wears.
Not quite trusting his feet, he leans back against the wall as he powers on the healing device. It starts to glow and the swelling goes down radically then - pop - pop - his bones return to their proper positions. Ba'al winces but the tightness around his eyes ease.
"Impressive," Ba'al breathes. Because it's totally normal to compliment someone for expertly breaking bones. "I think you know why I asked while you're a 'wreck'," he adds.
He returns to the bed, opening and closing his newly repaired hand. "Now, tell me something you want done to you and we'll see if we can make that happen. You may opt for silence and I will choose for you."
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It's most certainly not a turn on.
He opens his mouth to respond to the question but it cuts off short. His fingers break and he lets out a low guttural cry. He doesn't pull away though it obviously hurts and instincts scream to cradle his hand protectively. He takes a minute, breathing heavily through his nose. He had closed his eyes to hide the glow and when he opens them again his pupils are blown wide. For a second, he leans in like he might kiss him but he pulls away.
He steps back from the bed. He might not be curled up on the floor in pain but he definitely isn't as steady on his feet as he was. With his good hand, he pulls a small device from his pocket. Similar to the one he already wears.
Not quite trusting his feet, he leans back against the wall as he powers on the healing device. It starts to glow and the swelling goes down radically then - pop - pop - his bones return to their proper positions. Ba'al winces but the tightness around his eyes ease.
"Impressive," Ba'al breathes. Because it's totally normal to compliment someone for expertly breaking bones. "I think you know why I asked while you're a 'wreck'," he adds.
He returns to the bed, opening and closing his newly repaired hand. "Now, tell me something you want done to you and we'll see if we can make that happen. You may opt for silence and I will choose for you."