[ It's that forbidden insight he's gained into his dear friend which brings a tinge of sorrow to his expression once he realizes the man has donned that unfeeling mantle of manipulation to get something he strategically wants from Nikolai. All secrets he keeps from his friend seem to always be out of necessity than through desire to mislead.
He pulls his hand away from the kisses with reluctance. It provides a dull hurt that throbs in the wound to do it but he uses that as motivation to then press that hand over Fyodor's mouth so he can no longer do it. Speak no evil! ]
It suits me to do so, don't you think? I think I will.
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He pulls his hand away from the kisses with reluctance. It provides a dull hurt that throbs in the wound to do it but he uses that as motivation to then press that hand over Fyodor's mouth so he can no longer do it. Speak no evil! ]
It suits me to do so, don't you think? I think I will.