[ Tim thanks him. It's meant to be indignant but it comes out soft, his face rearranging itself to be more pleasant, more pleasing, a good boy willing to give Corry what he's paid for. His mind tells his body to get up and leave, tell him that he wasn't sad, but it doesn't listen. It curls itself towards the stranger instead, eyes wide with curiosity that isn't his, lips gently parted and curled into a smile that isn't his. ]

He's protective. And he's got good reason to be, you look like a heartbreaker.

[ The words aren't his, either, but Tim is helpless against them, they escape his mouth before they even enter his head. The eagerness to please is familiar, the urge he's felt take over his body time and time again, but his mind isn't in it, and neither is his soul. It's like watching a doppelganger humiliate him, lean in and bat his doe eyes at some stranger. ]

He's not actually my boyfriend. It's complicated, but you don't have to worry about it. I'm all yours tonight. Fair and square.