[Try as she might, he's an immovable object and just seems highly entertained by her attempts to free herself. His nails dig into her skin again, thumb at her inner thigh and other fingers framing those numbers.

After a while, though, it gets old.]

Stop moving or I'll make sure you never will again. [He commands, lifting his eyes from her leg to put the weight of his attention on her face.]

What did I say about lying, you little fool? Maybe you haven't figured it out yet, but these numbers symbolize how much suffering and misery we've caused. Or it's the amount of cursed energy we're capable of using. What I don't get is why only certain people have them...

[That last bit is said more to himself.]

But these. [Back on track, his thumbs smears to the tally marks as his gaze drops again.]

What are these? What are you counting into your skin? Hahaha.