To Eddie's credit, the move caught Eridan completely surprised.

The hand at Eddie's hair paused, as the sting across his cheek fully soaked in. And then it raked hard down his neck, seeking purchase at the collar of his shirt.

"Stop that." Blandly chiding, like scolding a child. Like his blunt nails weren't seeking blood at Eddie's neck. "You really want to get into a feelins jam about gettin' tortured? 'Cos I don't do that until I've got a couple bourbons in me."