"And now we know why I love you so much," he said with an amused huff as his fingers continued their scritching. It felt good to hear Maul purr like that, a reminder that what they had was real and even the machinations of Trench couldn't steal Maul away from him for too long. He had missed their physical closeness. "I see that your eyes have returned to the colour you were born with. Is that a permanent change or will they fluctuate depending on your mood?"

He knew that some people in this place were all about staging a reaction, and he could very much get on board with them as he was like that with some. There was something exciting about searching for and pushing buttons, though the reverse was a dangerous prospect on him. "Threaten? The moment the words are uttered from your lips, I'll be there with my boots for stomping." There were advantages to the bond he was more than willing to take advantage of when it suited him.

Reaper made a noise into the kiss, returning it even as he hugged Maul's body closer to himself. "This place definitely needs a therapist, but they won't be paid enough to make it worth their time," he remarked with amusement. "If you keep being good, you're going to force me to make minor personal changes perhaps." It was doubtful; he had already begun in his own way thanks to the changes that his blood made to him. "I do like knowing the limitations."