“Your eyes are as bright as the sun,” Firmin remarked. He took it a step further and clamped his palm onto the side of Iggy’s cheek. His thumb crossed over Iggy’s lower lip. He saw the extra sharps on the bottom of his jaw. He adored the extra pair, much like a kitten, he thought. “I remember,” he said, “my first time having vital fluid, too. It’s not forgotten easily.” He retracted his hand and returned to his seat. Then, he raised the glass to his own mouth.
“Vital fluid?” Iggy repeated. “Give me some more,” he leaned forward entitled, “now.”
“Mmmm…” Firmin savored the potion. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand and said light heartedly, “this drink will clear you right up and make you amazingly strong, and so that’s why you’re cut off. I don’t want you phasing out, but I need you weak enough so that the ropes will still hold you.”