Puck sat, silent. He couldn't have spoken even if he'd wanted to. The silencer stood before him, watching the sweat drip from his forehead. He took a seat before him.

"Do you know why I did this to you, Puck?" he asked.

Puck tried rasping out his words, but nothing could come out. There was nothing he could say anyways. Words couldn't express what he felt at that moment anyways. Shame? Guilt...? Excitement? Puck nodded. The silencer coughed out a laugh.

"That's what I like to see," he put his hand to Puck's cheek. "You've done quite a bit of running around these past few days... The interrogator... the yakuza... even the fiddler." The silencer stood back up with a chuckle. "Of course, I forgive you." He ran a hand through Puck's hair. "But... you just needed to keep your mouth shut for a little while. Alright with that, dear?"

Puck nodded. The silencer pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"Good boy," he breathed. "Tomorrow, you'll be able to talk again. Just... remember what I told you. You certainly enjoy running your mouth, and I'd hate to see you like this again."

Without another word, the silencer left the room.