He wrapped his fingers around the surgeons wrist and brought the others hand against his own lips. "Aaa... What would you do if I bit one of your fingers off...?" His mouth opened only a little so he could slide one of the surgeons fingers into his mouth as his long black tongue wrapped around the flesh.
His frame had been battered and bruised to the point of exhaustion, so when he felt the firm and controlling grip around his wrist he dare not pull away. Heavy lidded optics of silver found their way to the raven haired male’s direction, a shudder rolling through his entire frame upon feeling his finger being engulfed by the mouth of the hound, along with the slithering of that creepy black tongue of his.
What would he do? Law had no idea, the situation basically had his hands tied behind his back, any wrong actions would result in that of his first mate being further tortured or worse. The male sighed out narrowing steel gaze upon the movement of the hound’s cheeks while that ebon oral flesh wriggled about, coating his single digit with saliva. “there isn’t much I can do is there?” and out came that snarky,and stubborn tone he was so well known for.
Twitching left brow the movement of his shoulder was attempt to guide both arm and hand back from the other’s grasp, or at least the depths of the hell hound’s mouth. The thought, and the feeling was quite nauseating– then again that could be from the smell of dried up blood within the room along with his own significant blood loss causing him to feel weak.