"...I've had some experience with the type," Amberdrake slants his own gaze away, for once. Hadanalith was only a short year ago, and his handiwork; his plans; he still haunts the kestra'chern's nightmares.

And it had been such a narrow escape...

"Although I've called you beautiful before," Drake adds, reining in his thoughts, "and you only had a problem with it directly after being..." how to put it? Raped? Assaulted? Brainwashed? None of those would do Sanzo's mood any favors. "...messed with." To put it very lightly.

"Did something new happen?"