What a strange man, thinks Estinien. Painful? He can and has withstood more pain than this Gaius could possibly give with just his bare hands, and his constitution can easily override any disgust. (Estinien has never had a training where someone has told him 'it's all right to stop'. Such kindnesses were for not for a Dragoon.)
He cocks his head again as he listens, feigning an understanding even though he has little of one. Pleasure in the lash or the boot...what, like a flagellant? He had not even an average religious fervor, let alone that, but Gaius likely thought them all an equal batch of zealots. No matter.
He nods at the end, and begins silently removing his shirt, his eyes staying on Gaius.
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Date: 2022-08-15 09:05 pm (UTC)He cocks his head again as he listens, feigning an understanding even though he has little of one. Pleasure in the lash or the boot...what, like a flagellant? He had not even an average religious fervor, let alone that, but Gaius likely thought them all an equal batch of zealots. No matter.
He nods at the end, and begins silently removing his shirt, his eyes staying on Gaius.