If there was one thing Gortash was still growing used to seeing within the Bhaalspawn he had become entangled with, it was vulnerability.

That blood drenched beast that moved in shadows like the perfect nightmare that haunted him in all the right ways. That figure in stories told to misbehaving children so that they would not walk the streets alone at night. A monster. A monster that Enver adored like no other.

And yet now, he found out that the Dark Urge could even feel something new. Insecurity. A figure claimed to be made in the perfect image in furious prayer to a cruel father... was insecure in themself. Or at least that was how it seemed as Gortash lounged back in bed with a book lazily held in one hand and a goblet of wine rested atop his stomach with his other hand. They often shared quiet moments of simply co-existing.

But this time he grew distracted. Distracted by the lingering agitation and upset in the air along with the contorted expression across the Bhaalspawn's features. How the killer turned and twisted and inspected themself simply in a deep thought with a scrunched look in that reflection. Enver may have found himself intrigued by such a sight if not for that creeping concern like a sickness in his blood. He sipped his wine before speaking up, "Have you found a new level of vanity where you must stare at yourself in the mirror for 20 minutes?" Enver snarked slightly in hopes of lightening the thunderous mood of his love.