Scar's hands flex, black claws lengthening from his fingertips to scrape the air. He laughs, rough and breathless. "No one's ever called my real skin beautiful before..." Because even if it's the self he can be driven out of, he considers it a truer shape than this small one, cramped and pale.

Brighella actually wants him, isn't just doing this because he's available and desperate and unresisting and annoyed him into a fight?

He's never going to leave him alone, even after he has to stop playing at prisoner.

"Don't you want more? To take me?" The other man is so irritatingly difficult to goad. "At your mercy, Brigi..."