"Is that how you take them, your beautiful children who enjoy being chased? On their knees?"

Moving forward, but under his own power, making his own choice. Arranging it, allowing the casual humiliation that isn't quite a humiliation. Like this, it feels like a gift being given, it's not quite so bad. Just the ghostly feeling of Marius' hand on his shoulder, the fractured memories, and he can ignore that. He sinks to his knees in the cool grass of the lawn, not quite as quickly and easily as he would do so for Louis.

He looks up at John, eyes wide.

"Tell me, if I bit your manhood off and swallowed it, would it regrow?"