"Shhhhh, moonlight. Patience, patience. Not much longer now."

He fixes Herbert with an intense, scrutinizing stare as the oil is passed over - and he does not break the eye contact as he pours some out onto his hand, making a show of slicking his slender, work-worn fingers. His smile is dark, crooked, his face flushed, hair wild from where Herbert was yanking it.

"...Very good. And you know what good boys get, don't you?"

His hand flutters down, tracing a little circle around his entrance.