[Sylus watches the flicker of triumph in Ross’s eyes, the bark of laughter that escapes him. It’s a sound that resonates with something deep within Sylus, something that enjoys pushing buttons and watching the results. He doesn’t flinch when Ross flicks a finger against the silver marks on his arm, the touch almost dismissive, as if Ross is trying to prove a point.

But Sylus’s smirk only grows wider, more amused than ever. He chuckles, laughs, even. His head cants sideways, considering Ross with a gaze that’s both appraising and teasing.] Ah, I see now, [he murmurs, velvet low laced with a mocking curiosity.] I think this little game excites you more than you’d like to admit. …it gets your blood pumping, doesn’t it?

[Sylus’s gaze sharpens, the red in his eyes gleaming as he leans in slightly, closing some of the distance between them.] What is this about? Searching for something that makes you feel alive?

[Oh, he's been there.]