How Much Worse?
"That insufferable! Limp dicked! Peewee brained!…"
Sylas watched all this in silence, not interrupting at all. That would just turn the fury onto him. He liked his peace when he could get it. He had no intention of interfering at all.
"… His suit pants are wound up so tight you'd think he was wearing a thong! …"
Sylas nodded, pulling out his water bottle treasure and taking a nice swig as he listened.
"… Not the slightest hint of a print! He's got a pussy down there and I bet his ass shaves it too! …"
Sylas reclined, pulling out a piece of meat as he continued to listen. His stomach was already rumbling despite the fact that he had eaten just half an hour ago at most.
It seemed like when he wasn't feeding his body properly, things were all fine. But the moment he started taking his nutrition more seriously, his body wanted more and more.