The muzzles is tight against his skin, so there's no way to avoid being touched when Martin reaches in to unlock it. He flinches at the brief contact, even as part of him wants to lean into it. It has been so long, but whenever the muzzle has been unlocked before, it has never been with care. There are plenty of people who enjoy the thrill of having a monster unable to escape them.

The hateful device is pulled away, although the marks of it still remain around his jaw. He sucks in a breath, clean air, and his tongue flicks out over his lips.

"I'm-" his voice comes out hoarse and grating. It has been months since the last time they took it off. "I'm not some creature of the Flesh to sink my teeth into you."