all at the ends

Thing was, all of Mumkhar's resentment had been used up years ago. He'd spat out all his spit, bit through all his teeth too.

If Egil was going to tear him apart, retie all the tubes and reassign all his motor functions, then maybe something good would finally come of it. Something sharp.

Mumkhar wasn't hopeful, no, because he was a rotten person and he found it much too touchy ever to change away from that fact. But he could be seen as...opportunistic. Grisly. Inclinical.

He liked to think Egil fancied him; this get-up was a pretty fancy look.