[He considered it interesting how Richard guarded that crate like it contained the greatest wonder in the world, which narrowed down what it could be in his mind immediately. There were only a few select items that Richard had spoken of openly and fondly. Thankfully, that crate was large enough to fit such items: crown, decapitated head, maybe a piglet named Brownie.

He set the device in place, reaching up with his other hand to pull the remains of his lower eyelid down when he spotted Richard moving. He paused in the gesture, his blue eye shifted to focus on his lover for a brief moment, noting the touch to his wrist.

He paused in angling the mechanism. He was not particularly protective of the activity, but it was one his daughter had taken on and performed for him since she was small. Would she consider this a betrayal? He could and would do it himself, but he supposed he looked rather awkward doing so.]

If you would look down the line of the device to make certain the needle will puncture cleanly and directly rather than at an angle. [He moved to set it back into place a little less awkwardly, but he could already tell that the angle was off. Yet, he waited for Richard to potentially direct his hand.]