Ew! What a perverted sodomite. He meant that in a purely aesthetic respect, clearly.

Wait. He backed off. He backed off! It was working!

Roderick leaned forward in his seat, wide-eyed and slack-jawed.

“I want him!” he howled, rolling his neck in bizarre ways. “I want him, and the rest of my family, lined up in caskets with rouged cheeks and closed eyes!”

He breathed heavily for good measure.

“You look like my cousin.”

That’s what royalty did, right? Kill and, ahem, marry each other?