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Dottore laughs—one of those small, dark chuckles that makes Pantalone’s hackles raise and sends a thrill through him at the same time. “The rules are simple. You take what I give you, whatever I give you. And you do so with that—” he nods down at the mora Pantalone still clutches, “—in your mouth. An hour on the clock, and if you haven’t dropped it or swallowed it by the end, you win. Simple, yes?”
Pantalone barely keeps his expression neutral. A humiliating hour with Morax’s flesh lying heavy on his tongue, warming to his body while Dottore uses him for whatever carnal pleasures and blood sports he desires. He could slip and swallow it in the worst-case scenario, and then he’d have to beg the man to slice him open and carve out that misplaced, cursed coin.
He’s tempted to say no.
But he doesn't, because the two of them don't do forfeits.