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"You tell Ravage that if he wants to deal with me, he can come himself and not send his cum-addled servitor!"

"Wait, what?" 

Sepulcher stared into Nightbird's eyes and then unzipped the young man's latex shirt, reaching to stroke his neck as the masked man stared at him in confusion.

"Someone has done you a great wrong, boy... I can help."