Ah, yes. There it was. Ilion was just looking to notch his belt, that all of this was just a game.  Alright, maybe not<i>looking for</i>another notch, but if they were together that's all it would be.  He didn’t want to believe it was true. Was Ilion that great of an actor?  He could have sworn some of those glances and the way Ilion’s fingers left his form, and that sweet smile were real.  Maybe it was just genuine lust?<br/><br/>He didn't look away from Ilion's features as the shot came, or when the other man was stitching him up.  He didn't like it by any means, but he tried to not show any amount of discomfort or pain.  Showing it, showed weakness.<br/><br/>"Owe Money to bad people? Or Friend?"  He watched the bitterness roll over Ilion and he felt bad.  He tentatively reached out and put his hands on Ilion's hips, but high enough where his hands weren't cupping the other's ass too.  If Ilion didn't jerk away, he would gently pull him closer so their bodies were touching.  He was craving having that form against his chest. "I show you more. You are more."	He finished with a string of words in his language, because he knew he wasn't good at the common tongue and he had more to say.