[He hums a little, at the squirming, letting Thomas sink down just barely.

But the crying, the words...that won't do, will it?]

You're thinking too much, my dear boy...

[He starts to press into Thomas, bit by bit, taking slow breaths of his scent. (His pupils widen, just barely.)]

Just relax...you're being taken care of, aren't you? This is no time to think of unpleasant things...

[His voice has gone low and smooth, almost hypnotic.]

You're quite safe here...there's no need to worry, when you're being taken care of...just relax.

[It won't be hard, he thinks, to bring him low enough to forget.]