As a group, they seem to have discovered Dillon's weak point, such as it is. His preoccupation with protecting his sister seems only to go so far when his darling little flaily boyfriend is under greater danger.
"Trés bien!" He says, about as ecstatically as he can, which is to say not terribly much. He sounds happy, anyway, and he makes a point to pat Dillon on the cheek. "Not that you would have won anyway, but it's nice to know we have such an efficient means to control you should you start to rebel later..."
He leaves this pronouncement hanging in the air as he flips the device once more between his fingers before pressing it deftly to the back of Dillon's neck, right at the base of his skull.
Provided the thing works properly, and as efficiently as his sister's original prototype had (and it should, seeing as he constructed it based on her plans, and he is nothing if not better than her at least), they will certainly be a group of four quite shortly.
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"Trés bien!" He says, about as ecstatically as he can, which is to say not terribly much. He sounds happy, anyway, and he makes a point to pat Dillon on the cheek. "Not that you would have won anyway, but it's nice to know we have such an efficient means to control you should you start to rebel later..."
He leaves this pronouncement hanging in the air as he flips the device once more between his fingers before pressing it deftly to the back of Dillon's neck, right at the base of his skull.
Provided the thing works properly, and as efficiently as his sister's original prototype had (and it should, seeing as he constructed it based on her plans, and he is nothing if not better than her at least), they will certainly be a group of four quite shortly.