[It's what one monster can give another. His fingers twitch as lips brush along each knuckle: the back of his hand was badly burned at some point and it wraps around his palm and fingers. He wants to recoil from the attention if only because he's self-conscious about the scars.
He lifts his gaze, watching as the Brigadier General opens his coat and his collar. He's meant to be watching and so he will. There's a weight to his gaze, to his full attention.]
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He lifts his gaze, watching as the Brigadier General opens his coat and his collar. He's meant to be watching and so he will. There's a weight to his gaze, to his full attention.]