George: "Then why should I let go of him if he was torturing someone?" George spoke without looking back at Lucas, honestly not surprised Lucas was there. It wasn't immediately obvious to anyone, expect maybe to Lucas, but George's energy was really starting to drain from using his soul strings so much compared to his normal kind for so long.

Ariv: Ariv tried his best to not make any reaction but with words like that, it was hard not to grow red. "Stop teasing me like this...!" Ariv burst as he tried to hide how flustered he was. "I don't need your dirty thoughts right now..." It was hard enough to think without distracts from Alastor as is.

Lucas: "you do realize that half the people in the mansion torture people too?? Lilith was introduced to us because she was kidnapped and tortured in the basement..." he chuckled at the thought. "Just let him go and look away, let him go and look away for a sec."

George: "I am still against the torture, but fine," George huffed, turning around as he followed what Lucas said to do and released him. "If he hurts anyone of us, all I am going to say is 'I told you so,' got it?"

Ariv: Ariv couldn't make out a response. Dumbfounded, he opened his mouth and closed it several times as he tensed and looked away, swallowing hard. "Alright alright, you've gotten me embarrassed and nervous," Ariv admitted quietly as he tried not to think about how Ariv was in Alastor's lap or how close Alastor was. "Happy?"

(?): it took about a second for George to feel a small tap on his shoulder before the man spoke. "You know it's quite rude to interrupt someone like that." He shook his head with a sigh. "I was doing the poor girl a favour. They spent millions of dollars on one of her kind and I was only putting her out of her suffering." He chuckled his presence was cold, when he came into contact with George it was like frost when she'd freeze people for fun, but instantaneously.

George: "Well if you were truly being merciful," George chuckled with a hateful tone, "then perhaps instead of thinking of killing the poor girl in the first place, you kill the men who asked you to kill her. It's karma and then you get to rob their corpses and earn more money than what you'd make if you let them live.

Ariv: "Whatever you'd like to think," Ariv huffed, rolling his eyes. Ariv raised an eyebrow before smiling softly and starting to smooth Alastor's scales down for him.

(?): "oh I'm not in it for the money I assure you." He chuckled running his fingers down George's back. "Are you human? You don't seem exactly like it... but you have all the attributes of one.." he shook his head "wait I've smelt you on Alastor before haven't I?" He pushed his mask up his face making a clicking sound with his mouth as he waited for an answer.

George: "Get your hands. Off. Me," George growled lowly as he turned his head to glare at the man. "You'd be right that I am mostly human though. I do have some help from Alastor and I do have other things going on with me. Now are you done with your pointless questions because I have stuff to do that is more important than this."

Ariv: Ariv giggled. Ariv never giggled. "Aww... You're the one who's all embarrassed now!" Ariv teased faintly as he kept smoothing Alastor's scales. "It suits you...~"

(?): he did as he was told pulling his hands away from George. "Yea yea whatever. I was just curious..." he glanced away when George looked at him. "Just turn back around and Ill get out of your hair... I don't like people looking at me." His mask only covered half his face. His eyes were en emerald green. His hair dark brown. His skin was pale, little blue and purple vain looking things could be seen peeking their way over the top of his mask.

(?): he turned his back to George immediately as he mentioned it. "Look away so I can get out of your hair."he repeated what he had said with a shaky voice. He didn't like being looked at. It made him have unsettling thoughts.