ROMAN ROYALS — INTERROGATION

[FELIKS]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]There were things in the male's past that he regretted doing, there were things he wished he'd done more of before retiring his good ol' lawbringing boots, but one thing which he did have the power to change was his heart. Feliks thought he did at least, he'd tried shutting it off countless times as to avoid the aches that life brought him, but seeing someone in a vulnerable position like that caused something within him to tug at strings. "Seeker or slave?" the griffon asked with a world-weary tone, instantly eyeing up the marks along the serval's back as he approached. Anything that took him away from the sights of shackles, he'd make things up and be the good cop if it meant not seeing have to see the bastard iron anytime soon. "Because your mouth says one thing and your body says another,". Goldie's and Baku's words graced his ears, the male not budging an inch to give them a reaction for their contrasting ideals. "I reckon it's the latter y'know. No one who tucks their tail at the sight of one painted dude is heartless enough to be happy with the slaves running about,". It probably wasn't the latter, but damn it felt like it in his guts. A situation seen before, Feliks knew all too well that captives tended to cover for their abusers as a form of Stockholm Syndrome, with such a disposition and appearance it was easy for Feliks to mistake it for another sad story.