Master reacted uncomfortably to seeing Ezra fondle himself, though the Asha was perplexed by the man's odd response. He pulled Ezra's hand away and covered him up as if he were something grotesque, unfit to be seen by Master's refined eye. Sexual stimulation, whether self-imposed or otherwise, was never something frowned upon back on Tuloa by Asha<i>or </i>human. Though the keepers didn't allow Ezra to fornicate, watching him masturbate had been something of a game, almost. Perhaps "show" would be a more appropriate word. Ensuring Ezra was up to the task of performing prior to selling him was paramount, he'd been told. They had even measured him when his cock was hard, length<i>and</i>girth, going the extra step to take into account the rise of the protruding lubrication glands along his shaft. All the measurements and analyses had been boringly clinical, however, human healers trained in the ways of Asha physiology touching him with slow hands sheathed in white gloves. Nothing remotely magical or lightning-filled about the experience. Prior to Andras, the only pleasurable hand he'd experienced was his own, but that had always been touted as a good thing. But not to Reis, it seemed.<br/><br/>Ezra slumped against the couch and tucked his knees up to his chest, blanket covering his legs while another was wrapped around his shivery shoulders. He reached for the cup of tea and held it, though he did not drink, focused on Reis' words. The water in his cup was dark maroon color, born from a variety of leaves and dried fruit he had steeped. His eyes stared at the liquid as Reis struggled to explain away Ezra's feelings and what had happened, though Master readily admitted he didn't have all the answers.<br/><br/>"Naive? I do not know this word naive. It sounds like you mean dumb," Ezra whined. "You are saying Mister Andras tricked me and I am dumb because I allowed this to happen. Because I do not know men. What is there to know? Men are driven by the staff between their legs. This is not very different from Asha, no?" The pet's tone was sharper than he'd intended, though he did not attempt to soften it. "Sex is good. Even though I am a... a virgin? This is the word? Even though I am this, I know sex must be good because all beings chase after it. Men. Asha. Dogs. Tigers. All things. That is why it felt good, I think, because the body must not understand the difference between who is doing the touching."<br/><br/>Ezra was beginning to feel frustrated, though he could not find the words for why. Reis' answers to his questions were unsatisfying. The pet had asked him for an explanation, yes, but all of Reis' answers did nothing but contradict Ezra's own feelings. The creature huffed and placed his tea cup back on the table, only half-empty and the liquid growing cold. "I have seen your Asha. I tried to talk to one and I got scratched. I do not want to get hurt again." Ezra looked away toward the fireplace,  watching as the flames flickered. The warmth bleeding out into the bedroom emboldened the young Asha. "I do not think your reasoning is correct, Master. When Mister Andras was touching me, it wasn't the caress of another Asha I craved."<br/><br/>Blankets fell away from Ezra's hard body as he stood, his skin glowing beneath the low light. He bent down to retrieve the spilled coverings, cradling them in his arms as he made his way to Reis' bed. For someone who certainly loved his solitude, Reis' bed was huge, and comfortable, more than enough for the two to share. With no intention of returning to his room, Ezra burrowed beneath the blankets, resting his head on one of Reis' pillows. Ezra wasn't very tired, but for once he wasn't inclined to listen to his master talk about things he was beginning to suspect he didn't really know about. Master didn't have any books about Tuloan Asha. He hadn't even bothered to read the care guide and information booklet that had come with his purchase. These answers all sounded strange to Ezra, uncomfortable. They settled like ants on his skin and made him itch. He didn't like them, and didn't like that nothing was as it was supposed to be.<br/><br/>"I do not understand why you tell me over and over that everything I am is wrong," Ezra breathed softly, his voice strained.