Salvar looked at the condom tossed toward him and now lying beside his body on the rumpled duvet. He opened his mouth to fire off some retort, some sharp deflection that would put Silas back in his place and restore the balance between them, but no words came. His mouth opened, then closed again, obediently and without protest.
He narrowed his eyes at Silas, a silent promise of retaliation, before he snatched up the foil packet and brought it to his lips. He maintained eye contact the entire time as he caught the edge of the wrapper between his teeth and tore it open with a single decisive motion.
Then spat the torn bit of plastic in Silas's direction. Petty but satisfying.
