"Oh no, I'd still have them more than likely... but executing them on an unwilling partner brings me no satisfaction." He explains softly. "Part of my desire is to have someone willingly submit to me in such ways."<br/><br/>He raises an eyebrow a bit at how extreme on the spectrum Drake is, but really he shouldn't be. Heather always liked to push boundaries too. "I can do that, I like it when you beg. Seeing you cry would be amazing." He licks his lips as if imagining how the salt from his tears would settle on his tongue. "I won't do any permanent damage though. Hard limit." He says firmly. This was about pleasure, not disfigurement.<br/><br/>He looks down when Drake touches his chest. He tilts his head as he thinks of a way to explain them. "They are apart of the casting I do. Each one means something different in Enochian, none of them translate well. They have to do with the paths of energy flow through my body and the sources of power I draw from. Father told me he put them there with his own blood." Gabe says proudly.