<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4e/SaerraChristoph.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Christoph le Croix (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6381987#msg6381987)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Dirty Secret - the captain’s cabin...!<br/><strong>Languages:</strong> English, French<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lucas.</div><br/>While Lucas repositioned, Chris removed his blouse to flick it unceremoniously upon his jacket, revealing a lot more muscular chest than one would have expected from his clothed version. He liked it when people underestimated him - be it in physical or mental strength - and dressed to portrait a tall, thin male.<br/>He nodded at Lucas’ second question, momentarily distracted at the sight the boy was. How he nearly offered himself to him.<br/><br/><strong>”Oh, I don’t know,”</strong>he answered the first question of the boy<strong>”Some of my bedmates have had the impression I would have gone easy on them if they screamed their heads off, or something like that.”</strong><br/><br/>Even while he was talking, he drew his arm back, and, right after the last word had passed his lips, he swung out, but not once, but thrice in a row. One to draw a red, diagonal line on the right cheek, the second hit the left cheek from an other angel, though it also left a diagonal line that bit a bit deeper and started bleeding almost instantly. And, thirdly, a horizontal line from one cheek to the other that connected both diagonal lines.<br/>He was now sweating, but he certainly had entertained himself in making Lucas his own, private little piece of art.<br/><br/>Chris gave Lucas quite the large gift of a pause to collect himself, then, rolling his shoulders and his whip, then laying the whip down a lot more carefully than he had his clothes. Almost idly he opened his pants and slid a hand between his kin and the fabric of the garment; something that was visible on the outside as his pants weren’t made of the thickest material.