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The stone floor is cold and slick with torchlight, a single drop of blood falling from his split lip to pool on the grey. Daine kneels in the center of the chamber, shoulders broad even in defeat, silver hair matted against his brow. He smirks up at you, eyes glowing amber in the gloom. "You look breathtakingly beautiful, you." His voice is low, almost reverent. "I didn't think you were the type to lose your sanity for me." You say flatly. He tilts his head, studying you. "I didn't either." The silence stretches, charged and waiting.