<div class="floatleft">(http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w310/Sparrowhawke/SanteriAaltonen-1.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Santeri Aaltonen (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6423550#msg6423550)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br/><strong>Languages:</strong> English, Finnish<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> John, Clive.</div><br/>Santeri gave a soft hum, looking over at John. “I don’t think he’ll touch anything of yours.” John might not behave, but it seemed less out of a need to rebel and more simply because he occasionally didn’t feel like obeying. He hadn’t known John to mess with anyone’s things, or even to get that much in people’s way. He simply got restless. And he could hardly blame him for that, he, unlike many of the crew, had seen John at nights. He couldn’t imagine having such terrible dreams as to wake up, every night without fail, trying to scream and thrash about. The restraint undoubtedly didn’t help the man, but it was the only way to keep him from disturbing the crew.<br/><br/>He chuckled lightly at the suggestion that John might simply rip holes in himself to get out. He wouldn’t be surprised to see it happen; the man seemed to have no regard for pain. In fact, at times, he seemed to enjoy it. It was another of the reasons his punishments went unheeded. “Watching him… Suffer…” He looked over at John, a smile playing at his lips, “it is quite amusing.” Watching the man react to pain was always interesting, it was simply so different to how everyone else. Everything about him was different.<br/><br/>But the statement was half a lie, he had seen John suffer, and it was not a sight he enjoyed. Waking in the night to feel John shaking beside him, any light only showing something he did not want to see in the man’s eyes. He didn’t want to know what it was that disturbed him so. Many nights, he coped by smothering the man back to sleep. At least it seemed to do him some good.<br/><br/>All of this was kept out of his features, however, and he moved his thoughts onto something else. He wondered how John would react to being placed under Clive’s ministrations. He had no doubt who would be more skilled in administering pain, Clive devoted most of his time to it, and it was really no contest. Perhaps it was for that reason that he’d never tried it out. He didn’t allow himself to dwell on the idea for too long, or the emotions surrounding it, and simply turned his attention to his slave.<br/><br/>”Patience.” A word John would be quite familiar with, even if the concept still escaped him. But at least Santeri allowed him another drink to ease some of the strain.