[It's beautiful how wretched he look, it makes her happy just thinking about it. His pretty hair is a mess, his skin sallow, and his feathers, well to say he looked haggard would be an understatement. To think this was the same man that had so actively resisted them in his fine clothes and with his fine looks. It was wonderful.]
I don't know if that's true. I heard you make some lovely sounds just the other day.
[She walks around the chair, circling him slowly like a vulture does a carcass. Joker was as good as dead, so why couldn't she have a little fun with him? There wasn't any reason not to. She stops behind him, putting a hand on his shoulder, and then trailing it down to press into the wounds on his back.]
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I don't know if that's true. I heard you make some lovely sounds just the other day.
[She walks around the chair, circling him slowly like a vulture does a carcass. Joker was as good as dead, so why couldn't she have a little fun with him? There wasn't any reason not to. She stops behind him, putting a hand on his shoulder, and then trailing it down to press into the wounds on his back.]
Was this what got you singing?