"I doubt that." Ba'al looks up mild disbelief, like he's caught a child lying. "Here, I'll start: what did I use to heal you?" He straightens and turns all of his attention on Mike. "Why did I not simply let you die? Why bother? What was I doing when you followed me? Why bring you here?" He gestures to the room.

"What do I want from you? Are you a prisoner?" He slowly paces closer in calm measured steps. "Shall I go on?"

The strange itch only gets stronger. Just the movement of cloth over skin becomes arousing. And the arousal does not fade.