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His master turned down the drink. Still working under the pretense of who he used to be Hadley managed not to sag with disappointment and worry that he'd done something wrong, shrugging it away instead. Suit yourself. Lifting it up Hadley took a deep drink. It was so good, soothing his thirst and washing away his worries. The question had his ears raised. Turning he looked to Sebastian, smirking. There were so many ways to turn this around.
Opening his mouth the slave began to speak of his early life. Small place outside city. Parents, sister, brother. Happy. The words lacked the careless air he'd spoken with earlier, instead with the timid tones he had grown used to using. Straightening up Hadley brushed it off, forcing the darkness back. Enough of that though. I'm much more interested in the present. Hadley turned, grinning at Sebastian, letting his eyes roam over the male's body before returning up. It felt natural enough, even if he'd had to tell himself to do it.
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