[ He nods, taking that in. Deliberates a moment. ] A friend of mine was attacked. He got on the network about it and Blanky wasted no time in arranging to fuck him. [ There is, of course, the matter of Lawrence being willing: things he'd told William about feeling real and wanted.

Maybe it's the thoughtlessness. Maybe the offer of food and drink, the spoils of being a warden used as an enticement. And he would like to hurt someone dear to Harry. William has no illusions about that. ] I wouldn't mind ruining him. [ It's matter-of-fact. He doesn't linger over it. ]

What'd it take? Pretending to be one of them.