[ Just like that, any concern for the man's injuries is gone. He'd felt himself slipping, dreamlike, into obedience - letting the man go, forgetting everything that had happened here and walking away, was the most natural thing in the world. Of course. He'd even lowered his hands, turning to walk once more out of the alley -
But just as quickly the hold had broken, his mind was is own again, and before he so much as notices the way Stephen falters and coughs, Booker is retaliating, moving forward and pushing him roughly against the wall, eyes hard and voice acerbic. ]
Out of salts?
[ Possession. First time he's been on the other side of that particular vigor, and it's not pleasant. But there's no mistaking it. He presses the smaller man against the rough brick, demanding - angry and defensive now. ]
no subject
But just as quickly the hold had broken, his mind was is own again, and before he so much as notices the way Stephen falters and coughs, Booker is retaliating, moving forward and pushing him roughly against the wall, eyes hard and voice acerbic. ]
Out of salts?
[ Possession. First time he's been on the other side of that particular vigor, and it's not pleasant. But there's no mistaking it. He presses the smaller man against the rough brick, demanding - angry and defensive now. ]
Enough tricks. Who sent you? What do you want?