"You also realize that you were a child when many of the terrible things happened to you, right? The one that shaped who you became was mostly out of your control, and I can imagine that you've been plagued with the what-ifs of your life if you had not been stolen away from your planet." It was good that Maul had found acceptance and peace about aspects of that old life, and he had no doubt that the Zabrak was stubborn enough to push for more self-improvement.

"Please, you're in my house, and there's not sex dungeon here to get creative with. I will never explain that to the kids," he replied dryly and with a shake of his head. Of course, there were plenty of other things to do with each other. "Blood play is one of my old kinks."

Reaper had also given up any sort of romantic ideations in Deerington after far too many failed attempts. It wasn't worth the effort, so his and Maul's relationship was surprising to say the least. He too had let a few others slip in, but Maul went the deepest, had seen the most of him without the usual masks (literally and figuratively). "I do find it ironic that brutalized us physically and emotionally was where so many found love."