Serpentine liked to be in control, but there was no control to be had over what Bazzite had become. The chuffing motions made to his hair, almost like a hungry horse seeking out a carrot, squeezed painfully at the lieutenant's heart, even if the emotion did not make it to his face. He had, in his way, been fond of Bazzite. The boy had reminded him of his younger brother... and the vow of protection he had made had, perhaps, been grounded in that similarity.
The gold-clad officer remained calm himself as he stretched up the hand holding his pen to touch Bazzite's throat delicately. He hoped it was a soothing motion, but had no way of knowing for certain. Had he been taller than the youma, as he had been when they were both human, he would have ruffled his hair... but such an action was impossible, now. "Only the one in my chest. I will bring you more. If your General allows it?"
The question was for the man who had been helping him with his assignment, and Serpentine indicated such by the nod of his head. He took in all the higher ranking officer had to say. It was... much to take in, but the lieutenant would do his best to perform. He knew that he had the capability, the desire, and he would prove to the rest of his organization that he had it. "In thanks for your assistance."
