Scar groans, throat convulsing around the intrusion of Brighella's finger, his breath coming short and labored. "I-if you-- please, L-lord Brighella," he manages hoarsely. The touch to his jaw is soft and cool. His cock is throbbing, but his chest feels... strange.

He doesn't want to be stuck here alone without Brighella, certainly. Though he could just go back to human form and the chains would be too big to hold him, he'd rather wait to be let free.