Brighella laughs as Scar collapses against him, wiping his boot off on the carpet. He could make him lick it up, but... maybe another time, when he's better trained, when he's really embraced obedience. This is a good start for now. "Beautiful. You really were made to be used, Mezzo." He's smearing ichor and saliva and come all over his pants now, but Wriothesley doesn't even care. He can change - it's worth the mess.