This was weird. This was really weird. What was his future self up to? The way he was looking at him didn't exactly reassure him in any way. "I should probably go-" Warden started, but his older self had, at this point, managed to corner him against the wall. The future warden still had a hold on the other's wrist, studying it carefully before looking back at Warden.

"Why would you want to leave when I'm actually interested in you now?"

Warden frowned, suspicious. "You mean the device." He didn't get an answer. "Right?" He had no idea where this was going anymore.

"Well, when you say 'device', it's such a vague term," his future self replied, stroking his chin and letting a wily smile spread across his face. "It could be the device you're thinking of...or perhaps..." As he left a hidden trail appending his speech, he smiled again with his own smug cleverness.

Warden was staring at him, confused. He was missing something. Perhaps he wanted to ignore the suggestiveness, but it eventually clicked. Warden laughed uneasily at first, figuring his future self was just messing with him. "Uh...yeah...what?"

With a horrendous leer of a smile, his future self leaned in. "Perhaps -you- are the little device I had in mind."

Warden's eyes widened and he swore he felt a bead of sweat run down his forehead. "Really now..?" he swallowed, forcing a smile. "Never been referred to as a device before."

"Oh, but that's all we are in the end, isn't it? Just little...devices, good for doing one thing or another. There are two kinds of people in this world..." The devious expression only became all the more pronounced all of a sudden. "The inflictor...and the inflicted."

"Exactly where are you going with this because I'm not sure I'm following..." Warden was more than intimidated at this point, his future self's face far too close for comfort.

A frown creased his future self's features. "How fortunate I am that I lost my density eons ago. You really do shame me with your ignorance - it's a miracle that I ever evolved."

"Hey! Are you saying I'm stupid?" Warden snapped, his nervousness forgotten at that moment. "Maybe if you started speaking English I'd get what you are saying." He would be crossing his arms if his older self wasn't still holding onto his wrist.

"Maybe if you understood English, you insolent son of an ancestor, you'd gather my implications!" Wow, he was just full of it today. "Oh, well," he at last sighed, "no matter. What you don't understand..." One rough tug later, and the Warden was barely two inches from his face, "I don't have to explain."

Oh God. Ohgodohgod. He was going to kill him, wasn't he? Stupid, stupid - he shouldn't have told him about the device's other abilities. SHIT. "Can't we talk about this?" he squeaked.

"What is there to say?" His voice had dropped to a low baritone, nearly a whisper. "Only do."

Warden wished at this moment that he could vanish into the walls, but it didn't look like that was going to happen. He shouldn't have pissed his future self off. Then again, it really wasn't that hard to get him angry. "...do what...?" He was sweating again. Now he knew how Jared felt half of the time.

"Why tell someone who obviously can't be told?" More of his dark laughter ensued. "Oh, believe me, you're going to relish every bit of this...not nearly as much as me, of course."

So he wasn't going to kill him? Warden felt a tad less frightened now, but the laugh still made him uncomfortable. He wasn't going to get any coherent answers. He'd have to find out for himself by waiting. He started chewing his bottom lip, eyes searching his future self's face for anything that didn't scream "I'm a psychopath".

Of course, the search was fruitless, but not unwarrented. There was no sympathy, no humanity left behind those eyes, solid like unfeeling glass. And as soon as he'd stood long enough to examine his past self for a moment longer, he uprighted himself and gave Warden a tug. "Well, come on. We have all this to do and so much time to repeat it."

Warden followed, nearly tripping over himself at the harsh tug. "Where are we going?" He probably should have just shut up, but he was never one to keep quiet and let things be. Whatever his future self was planning, he had a right to know. At least, he thought so.

"To the heart of this great, grand operation!" The Future Warden cackled a heartless laugh. "To my sleeping quarterts!"

Warden swore he had heard wrong. Sleeping quarters? Why would he - oh. Oh. OH. Wait, what? Warden's eyes widened and he thought about skidding to a stop, but he realized that this was something he had been thinking about for a while now. What would it feel like?

Warden could feel his face heat up at the thought and he tried to clear his head. For once he was quiet, no words coming to mind to express his thoughts.

Several steps of complete silence passed as the long walk continued. "Well, well, it's the first I've not heard a word out of you. I assure you, you'll be making up for it in a minute."

Warden huffed, glaring at his future self. "We'll just have to see about that," he muttered. "Are you going to let go of me anytime soon? I'm probably going to have a mark where your hand used to be at this point."

"I personally find bruises..." Hot air wafted between them as he bent in, mouth close to his alternative self's ear. "Very...alluring. Much more than that, and, well...I hardly know what to do with myself, I'm so ill-contained!" Between the two of them, his glee was nearly overpowering as he pushed open the door as they arrived at long last, the barebones quarters especially well-prepared for an occasion such as theirs. "I'm certain I will reach that peak. In time, maybe you'll learn to...appreciate more of my methods."

Warden swallowed again, using his free hand to wipe some of the nervousness away from his brow. His face was definitely hot and he wasn't sure how he should feel about all of what was happening. His future self was obviously excited about it and it was unusual. Warden usually only saw his other self like this when there was torture going on. Again, he was at a loss for words, too worried about setting off his future self.

But really, when had the element of torture disappeared from the equation? The look upon his face was frighteningly sadistic as it was, but with the added factor of pure possibility, it was enough to engulf one's spine in chills.