“I don’t think he can hear you,” Lucian droned at volume, and Gary’s bare chest heaved. “Gentlemen, if you please?”
“May wish t’shield your eyes,” Kris warned, and Lucian did so. Clark grabbed Gary’s hood, and Kris switched on the flood light dangling in front of Gary’s form. The white light wasn’t intolerable to Lucian, but Gary writhed in a delightful sort of way.
“Oh dear, my apologies,” Lucian said genteelly, tucking his gun into the front of his pants. “But my men do like to see the full canvas set up for their artistic exploration.”
“Who the fuck are you people?” Gary yelled.