Scar shivers at the touches at the base of his horns, tilting his head back to look glassy-eyed up at the other man, his inhuman pupils wide and dark. "Yes, Lord Brighella?" he rasps, his voice wrecked and uneven, some sounds not coming out at all.

Brighella is looking at him like he wants to devour him. Like he's an amazing thing to look at. Like he wants him, like this. (And Scar's cock is throbbing neglected between his legs, this is hardly a hardship, to let himself be used, is it?)