"W-What? Get off me, you—!" Scott tried to push back, but Duke forced his arms down again. At this point, Scott could only stare at the coldly smiling face.
Duke moved his right hand, dragging Scott's left hand close to his head. The doctor then used his thumb to stroke Scott's neck. "Look at you. You're a grown man, but your skin is like that of a rich lady. Say, aside from Rowan and Connie Olson… who else had bitten into this piece of alabaster…?"
With wide eyes, Scott began to struggle, but what could his recovering body do against this super soldier? Even if he were in his optimum health, he wouldn't be able to do anything. He could only struggle and hurt his body some more.
It was just that Duke slid his hands overhead before joining his wrists together in one hold, freeing one of Duke's hands. The hand even trailed down from the top of his head down to his chin, with the thumb pressing on his lower lip.
