[As Stark speaks, Cassel's eyes widen - barely perceptibly, but there it is. Sin spills out of him from eyes, mouth, and nose, he is rife and rich with it, and his heartbeat speeds up at the smell, at the sound coming from the thing that was/is his inmate. Then he tilts his head and smiles, fond.]
spam; also WEH
I'll remember.
Thanks.