[ He holds back. He doesn't know why; isn't this what he wants, an invitation to hurt? He craves it. No risk: if Cassel is killed, he'll come back.
He steps forward, and crouches before Cassel. Reaches out, and brushes his thumb below the corner of Cassel's mouth, collecting a drop of blood. Licks it off of his tongue, savoring the iron tang.
And then he lifts his hand and backhands Cassel, viciously. Grabs him, and this time shoves him towards the chest full of clothes, all hard wooden angles. ]
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He steps forward, and crouches before Cassel. Reaches out, and brushes his thumb below the corner of Cassel's mouth, collecting a drop of blood. Licks it off of his tongue, savoring the iron tang.
And then he lifts his hand and backhands Cassel, viciously. Grabs him, and this time shoves him towards the chest full of clothes, all hard wooden angles. ]