( he doesn't do this often — bring others into his private chambers, because he likes his privacy, his personal space, very much — but sometimes he likes to see those he's brought into the fold more or less through conventional means. that is to say, not everyone in his ragtag group of misfits is an orphaned human run through a gamut of experiments … or the result of an experiment in and of itself.

( he looks at elendira sometimes and wonders just what in the hell conrad had been thinking, but that's the mad scientist's prerogative, isn't it? emphasis on mad scientist, but that may as well go without saying for the time being. )

he practically snorts for the response he gets, because something that is currently slithering up from the base of his spine — a herald of poor decision-making, a serpent meant for temptation — insists that someone so bold from the very beginning is bound to be more entertaining than he might have initially given him credit for. his eyes fall to half-mast as he watches scarred lips peel back from bright, white teeth. )

Just for me, hm? ( he bypasses the other's first statement altogether, because there is no arguing with the truth, what is there to dislike about something you're good at? and there's something about this human that brings the word feral to the forefront of his mind in a way that finds his teeth aching to wipe the smugness from his expression.

later, maybe. later. )

Would this act of kindness be more for your benefit, or mine? You don't even know why I had you brought to me in the first place.