"Castrate him."
Like all ordinary men, Dorian's face was drained of all color.
He knew what he was getting into by resisting against Lion, but this wasn't what he expected.
"Oh, there you go," Lion held Dorian's softly tapered chin, observing his face as if it were a work of art. "Look at how pretty you are with that makeup of fear on your face. Now, imagine how pretty you can be. I'm sure your Patron God also wanted you to embrace your… gentler side."
"F-Fuck you," Dorian cursed, but it came out weak. "Just kill me, you fucker!"
Lion's lips curled higher. He took pleasure in this kind of situation.
"Hmm?" He glanced aside to look at Matilda over his shoulder. "What are you standing there for? Did you not hear what I said?" His eyes narrowed sharply. Predatory. Almost like he can smell her hesitation. "Are you really on my side?"
