[And this is the part where it would be easy for Cassel, specifically, to screw up. Because it thrills him - not this particular brand of pain, which isn't his oeuvre necessarily. What's getting him is the fact that Slevin is afraid, yes, but not of Chris.]
[Cassel plays by the rules. He aligned himself with someone malleable enough that he could stand following his orders, someone obnoxious enough that even being ordered around by him is hard to take seriously, someone who recognized his strength, his deftness, his vision. He allows himself to be Chris's tool, his dog, and generally he's fine with that, but - but. When life presents even a glimmer of his own superiority, Cassel appreciates it.]
[So he could grin now and piss Chris off even further, point out that Slevin's pissing his pants when Cassel touches him but not at the threats, he could call Chris ineffective and pathetic. Instead, he frowns, disapproving.]
Rude.
[Pathetic is for other places and times. Here and now is for efficiency.]
[He hands Chris a drill over Slevin's shoulder. Then he puts his hands back on Slevin's neck, feeling the warmth of slowing blood, and nods again. Best to get the tantrum out of the way.]
Spam
[Cassel plays by the rules. He aligned himself with someone malleable enough that he could stand following his orders, someone obnoxious enough that even being ordered around by him is hard to take seriously, someone who recognized his strength, his deftness, his vision. He allows himself to be Chris's tool, his dog, and generally he's fine with that, but - but. When life presents even a glimmer of his own superiority, Cassel appreciates it.]
[So he could grin now and piss Chris off even further, point out that Slevin's pissing his pants when Cassel touches him but not at the threats, he could call Chris ineffective and pathetic. Instead, he frowns, disapproving.]
Rude.
[Pathetic is for other places and times. Here and now is for efficiency.]
[He hands Chris a drill over Slevin's shoulder. Then he puts his hands back on Slevin's neck, feeling the warmth of slowing blood, and nods again. Best to get the tantrum out of the way.]