Castiel was a good soldier. It only took hearing an order once for him to obey it, even if he didn't actually understand it. He'd question, if he had to question, but while he already understood, he'd keep his silence. This was done for pleasure, and he was trying to blend in, already long since having established that pain and obedience was all part of the enjoyment for the people here. To fit in, he had to be the same as them. He had to avoid questioning it, like them.
"Cas. My name is Cas," he added, as he moved into position at Loki's heel. He'd need to be there in order to see where he was going, though perhaps he could have walked just as safely beside him, he couldn't see the corridor ahead, if it narrowed, or moved around furniture. One step behind would have to do. He didn't elaborate, either, on whether the name was real or fake. Cas would be best; he'd recognize it, but it didn't reveal who he was at all.
Castiel had to hold his nerve to climb the stairs toward those noises. They were much more passionate than those smothered by the music in the club downstairs. Those were rutting, desperate sort of noises, while above, Castiel thought the sounds seemed almost...musical. There was more to them than the animal sounds that came from down below, and he wanted desperately to raise his head and look, even if there would be nothing to see but the ceiling above their heads.
Staying quiet, though, was the easiest of "Jack's" commands so far. It was easy to stay quiet; apprehensive, almost..
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Castiel was a good soldier. It only took hearing an order once for him to obey it, even if he didn't actually understand it. He'd question, if he had to question, but while he already understood, he'd keep his silence. This was done for pleasure, and he was trying to blend in, already long since having established that pain and obedience was all part of the enjoyment for the people here. To fit in, he had to be the same as them. He had to avoid questioning it, like them.
"Cas. My name is Cas," he added, as he moved into position at Loki's heel. He'd need to be there in order to see where he was going, though perhaps he could have walked just as safely beside him, he couldn't see the corridor ahead, if it narrowed, or moved around furniture. One step behind would have to do. He didn't elaborate, either, on whether the name was real or fake. Cas would be best; he'd recognize it, but it didn't reveal who he was at all.
Castiel had to hold his nerve to climb the stairs toward those noises. They were much more passionate than those smothered by the music in the club downstairs. Those were rutting, desperate sort of noises, while above, Castiel thought the sounds seemed almost...musical. There was more to them than the animal sounds that came from down below, and he wanted desperately to raise his head and look, even if there would be nothing to see but the ceiling above their heads.
Staying quiet, though, was the easiest of "Jack's" commands so far. It was easy to stay quiet; apprehensive, almost..