Ezra didn't appreciate the way Mister Andras was speaking about his master. Yes, Master had done some not nice things, but it was simply because Ezra hadn't learned how to be a good Asha yet. Once he figured out what Master liked, there would be no more sour looks, no more lack of mirth from Master's eyes. Master would let Ezra sleep in his bed to fight away the nighttime shadows and they would be together, as a proper master and pet pairing were supposed to be. Andras didn't seem to understand Ezra's dedication to his owner, and the negative words were doing nothing but filling the air with a bitter taste, leaving Ezra wishing Master's guest would simply leave him be.<br/><br/>"I do not think Master is boring," Ezra said bluntly, keeping his back to Andras so the human couldn't see the frown forming on Ezra's coveted features. "If Master wishes to stay inside his home, I am certain we could find things to keep happy. Master has many pets I can admire, large gardens and an impressive estate, no? Many rooms for me to wander. Master will not keep me locked up again." He was determined to never experience such a dismal thing again. "Maybe if I ask very nicely, Master will want to visit you, Mister Andras."<br/><br/>He dragged his hand over the dirt, smoothing out the hole he had created until it was completely gone. No one other than Ezra would know where he housed his seedlings until they began to burst forth from the earth. The fat red seeds were flowers, though Ezra did not know the name. But he could feel them blooming into large, boisterous purple blossoms with six petals and a bloody red center. Not something he had ever seen in Tuloa. He was eager to witness their development in the coming months, something he most certainly wouldn't be able to do if Master sold him off to another.<br/><br/>Thought Andras was not his owner, Ezra did not hesitate to beckon the man's call. The loose, billowy pants he wore had pockets sewn into the sides, and Ezra carefully slipped the resealed packet of seeds into one of them. They would be fine there until Ezra could find a proper home for them, someplace dry and cool where they could wait until it was their turn to be deposited into the ground.<br/><br/>Andras immediately began wiping at Ezra's dirt encrusted hands, though the handkerchief could only do so much. He stood there silently while the man cleaned, though he could sense Andras' displeasure with how filthy Ezra's palms and fingers still were by the time he had decided he was done tending to the pet. The Asha tilted his head curiously when Andras took a long drink from his wine glass, the red liquid swirling around hypnotically as he tilted it up to his pursed lips. Ezra found the color of the liquid to be beautiful, and he blinked hard when Andras leaned in close, his lips still dripping.<br/><br/>The smell coming from Andras' mouth was foreign and yet somehow familiar, as if Ezra had experienced something similar to it before. There was a sweetness there, that must have been from the fruit Andras mentioned, but the scent of fermentation was strong, leaving Ezra leaning back into the hand that had suddenly appeared, fingers dancing at his spine.<br/><br/>"Mister?" he asked, unsure why Andras was pulling him close now, but instead of answering him in elegant Belmiran fashion, Andras pressed their lips together, leaving the Asha shivering as a demanding, wet tongue was dragging itself along his full, pink lips. Ezra didn't understand what was happening, not exactly, though he had read about this, and seen demonstrations among his own kind. A powerful tingling sensation erupted from the point of contact and raced through Ezra's strong, fit body, setting his nerves aflame. A sense of pleasure unlike anything Ezra had ever felt before consumed him, heightening his senses and leaving the Asha feeling like he was floating in Andras' grasp.<br/><br/>The droplets of wine on the human's lips slid into Ezra's open mouth, bringing warmth and a slight, but not unpleasant, burning on Ezra's tongue. The taste was enjoyable, but Ezra was already feeling hot and flushed. After a moment of allowing Andras to indulge, the Asha pulled away, but only the minutest amount, so he could whisper against the guest's hungry mouth.<br/><br/>"Mister Andras," the Asha began, his gray eyes looking up at the man, wide and dumbfounded. "Did... did Master Reis say this was okay?" he queried, remembering how he had instructed Ita to tell all of his staff that no one was to touch his new pet. Perhaps that restriction did not extend to guests. After all, Ezra was intended to please, Master or otherwise. If Ezra was supposed to kiss, he would, though he imagined how much better it would feel if Reis were to be holding now instead of a near stranger.