[This wasn't just a noble by trade, he realizes, but a noble by blood. And a few things click into place for McGillis, as he was raised alongside a fussy little brat and learned all of his little proclivities. How he liked his tea and how he loved his dessert; how he would walk and talk and treat the servants; how he was waited on and doted upon and offered every advantage.
All in service to society, to the weak and the downtrodden—the very essence of noblesse oblige. To some extent, those people couldn't turn it off. They were born into privilege and bred for power and would never know how to live without either one. They never had to fight for food or fuck for money and they never had to grasp it, the idea of a bigger world beyond their own.
But with a body like that, this man must have....
There was a market for that sort of thing. Illegal parts, bought and sold, grafted onto skin and usually with horrific results. All for a fetish, all chasing a cheap high. McGillis can't imagine that Jeremiah chose that fate. He's still fascinated, of course, but it's more of a muted expression. Touching his fingers to the misshapen pieces, he keeps his thoughts to himself.
Then he bends his head, presses his mouth to a bit of metal, and kisses it as if to say it doesn't bother me at all.]
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All in service to society, to the weak and the downtrodden—the very essence of noblesse oblige. To some extent, those people couldn't turn it off. They were born into privilege and bred for power and would never know how to live without either one. They never had to fight for food or fuck for money and they never had to grasp it, the idea of a bigger world beyond their own.
But with a body like that, this man must have....
There was a market for that sort of thing. Illegal parts, bought and sold, grafted onto skin and usually with horrific results. All for a fetish, all chasing a cheap high. McGillis can't imagine that Jeremiah chose that fate. He's still fascinated, of course, but it's more of a muted expression. Touching his fingers to the misshapen pieces, he keeps his thoughts to himself.
Then he bends his head, presses his mouth to a bit of metal, and kisses it as if to say it doesn't bother me at all.]