- IC CONTACT POST FOR MASKORMENACE -

[slightlyoffchilt]

"Hello.

You've reached the direct line of Doctor Frederick Chilton. As I am not available at the moment, you might assume I'm quite busy with something pressing. State your name and business, and I will return your call."

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[abduxel]

[There's a faint smile, a delayed reply. Gently,]

I don't work for you, Dr. Chilton.

[He was being jarring on purpose, suddenly rescinding how agreeable he'd been up to this point, lacing his sentences with flattery and bribery until this rather bluntly stated moment. But he couldn't have the man thinking he'd just do his bidding for him; their agendas might align by coincidence, but it seemed awfully suspicious.]

[slightlyoffchilt]

This doesn't have to be work. Abduxel. [Repetition, name recognition. It provided some sway of claim, he thought. Intimacy.] What I'm offering is more play.

[abduxel]

[It works. Particularly with this being, where his name being said is like being grabbed by the soul, it works. His smile becomes more genuine, less shit-disturbing.]

In that case, I look forward to more playing, Frederick.

[slightlyoffchilt]

[Whether Abduxel intended this or not -- though, Chilton banked on intention over accident -- his genuine smile and verbal promise seemed more flushed with threat than ever. Abduxel was dangerous and not meant to be underestimated; all the more reason to heed his interests and (above all) sincerity.]

Is this something you want? Revenge? Truly want it, I mean.

[abduxel]

[He glances away a second at the question, though that smile remains perfectly unchanged. He's almost sing-songy in his reply:] Oh, I don't know, what does anyone truly want? Maybe one day I'll tell you why I am what I am.

[All of the sudden, in a blink, the whites of his eyes are gone, the entirety of them covered over by pitch blackness. A familiar sight for Chilton, but notably on demand. His smile stretches out and widens, a wolfish show of teeth.] Maybe at our next appointment. If I want to.

[slightlyoffchilt]

[It was an unnerving sight -- and a reminder. A demonstration. Abduxel had gotten close to him, intimately close, and his demonic nature masqueraded as something quite different; and that was a familiar sensation. The parallel to Chilton's relationship with Hannibal Lecter was not lost upon him.]

You intend to keep up appointments with me? Even when I know your true identity?

[abduxel]

I do intend to. Do you object to that? All you have to do is say the word.

[slightlyoffchilt]

[He folded his fingers into each other, looking thoughtfully at them before meeting Abduxel's gaze.]

You know I won't deny you. I enjoy you, as my patient.

[abduxel]

[Chilton is inviting the vampire in, and in such a flattering way. His eyes blink back to normal.]

That's nice of you to say. It's probably best we don't mention this to Walt, hmm? He's a little... sensitive.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Evidently. He's possessive of you, as no doubt you've noticed. [Chilton held that in the air, allowing it to linger.] Why is that? Have you seduced him salaciously, or perhaps something more in the platonic vein?

[abduxel]

[The snorted laugh was probably revealing enough to answer the question by itself. Girl, you think I have no standards?] Please.

I work for him, and we're friends. [He draws the word out, like it's something he's repeating.] Can you blame him for wanting to hold onto me?

[Internally, he's quite aware Walt's obsessiveness is a general personality trait, at this point, and the possessiveness he displays towards Abduxel is nothing close to what he displays for Jesse. But he's not going to say that to Chilton, unaware whether the man knows or not.]

[slightlyoffchilt]

[Chilton knows, of course, having witnessed the difference. But that didn't mean that Abduxel hadn't any value that resonated with Walter White. And there was something remarkable inherent in that connection, even if it was to a different degree than Pinkman's.]

And what are we, in contrast? Not quite friends, and certainly not coworkers.

[abduxel]

What do you want us to be, Doctor? I have some ideas, myself.

[slightlyoffchilt]

You are my patient. [Might as well enforce that power dynamic, since Abduxel had so willingly adopted it.] You tell me, and I will treat the symptoms.

[abduxel]

I'm your patient. [He repeats it as confirmation.]

How does hearing that make you feel? Does it excite you?

[slightlyoffchilt]

[Chilton inclined his head, his eyes on his company's.]

Pleased. You must know that I take a special interest in unique minds. And if anyone ever accused you of being something short of that, well. They'd be lying.

Or idiotic.

[abduxel]

Flattery, Frederick. [Echoing Chilton from a previous conversation, trading roles with him, like tango partners who keep switching lead. But he's eating this up.]

Monday, then?

[slightlyoffchilt]

Monday, yes. The usual time. I already have your itinerary ready.

[Which is a bit authoritarian, given that typically the patient sets the flow of conversation. But Chilton wanted to discuss Abduxel's relationship with Lucifer, and he wanted so badly to wheedle within those details.]