"What drives me?" Marco repeated incredulously, rolling the words over his tongue as though he was tasting them, eyebrow raised so north of his eyes it considered setting up camp and writing a journal. Clearly they had unearthed dangerous, unknown territory for the photographers fingers started moving more quickly, more jaggedly with his cigarette, fidgeting and fishing his lighter out of his back pocket.<br/>What did drive him?<br/>Was he driven?<br/>Not for one moment had the thought/ mental conversation sailed across his poodle topped mind. He just... he'd always just reacted... If that wasn't the best way to live, what the hell was?!<br/><br/>He took a long, timed drag of his cigarette, eyes misted over in contemplation, the small, wicked, crooked grin making its proud return, "Well," he said finally, "I<span style="font-style: italic">can</span>tell you why I'm keeping<span style="font-style: italic">you</span>here," he leaned forwards in his chair, arm rested on one leg, shirt sleeve rolled up to the crook of his elbow to show he meant business, "I've always been a collector, as a child it would be stones and pinned moths, leeches and geckos in jars," he turned his smoke over in his fingers looking vaguely nostalgic, "had a real appreciation for these things-- now hear me out Ryuu! I can see that pretty face souring!-- loved them! Right here, right now I could sketch you the wingspan of the<span style="font-style: italic">Phlogophora meticulosa</span>in every minute detail! I've a natural memory for visual detail," the momentum of his conversation picked up in speed like an engine, "See, in a way, I imagine that it comes from there, my photography. Collecting people-- just so you know, I value you all that much more than my moths," there was a little chuckle, "But you, you are exquisite. Aesthetically at least-- you're a pain in the arse to be around, but artistically I've never seen anyone that comes a scratch close to you!"<br/>There was a small hiss as he ground the stub into the ashtray, tiny embers scattering.<br/>"I won't give you any freedom, because, mon ami, the minute I let you out the coop to stretch your wings you'll take off. You're stubborn like that,"