[He blinks back, the memory fading from his mind as he comes to his senses. He was halfway to unscrewing the lid of the red nail polish, mentally figuring what shade would go best with Power's palette.
He looks... disturbed, and frowns. So, that was some mind control, yeah? It's not something he's... intimately familiar with, but Drusilla inflicted it on people enough that the idea isn't new to him. He supposes he'd never know if she inflicted it on him too.
Still, with a frown, he unscrews the lid and pulls out the brush.] You wanna talk about that or pretend it didn't happen?
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He looks... disturbed, and frowns. So, that was some mind control, yeah? It's not something he's... intimately familiar with, but Drusilla inflicted it on people enough that the idea isn't new to him. He supposes he'd never know if she inflicted it on him too.
Still, with a frown, he unscrews the lid and pulls out the brush.] You wanna talk about that or pretend it didn't happen?
It's up to you either way.