Master Reis seemed to seethe with fury at the Asha's words, standing up without warning and stomping out of the bedroom. Not wanting to be left alone, Ezra scurried out from beneath the sheets, eager to follow his master wherever he went. His bare feet were nearly silent on the carpeted floors, and he followed behind at a reasonable distance, stopping at the doorway to the entertainment room and huddling behind it when he caught sight of Andras sitting and drinking a glass of wine. Ezra licked his lips lightly. He had liked the wine Andras has forced onto his mouth, even the way Andras had kissed him, but after being yelled at and burned Ezra was sure he didn't want to kiss Mister Andras again.<br/><br/>The Asha jumped when Reis slapped Andras' glass out of his hand and began shouting at his cousin, chastising him for what he had done to his pet. Ezra didn't know what "molest" meant, but he knew burn. His fingers tightened angrily around the molding of the doorway when Andras' insisted that getting burned was Ezra's own fault, as if he had wanted it or practically thrown himself onto the hot coals. "I did<i>not</i>," Ezra hissed, not understanding why Andras felt the need to lie about all these things. Everything! Andras knew very well Ezra did not burn himself, but now Reis did too, and Ezra was relieved to see that his master was not so easily swayed by his cousin's misdirection.<br/><br/>The two handsome men traded tense words, Ezra watching from the shadows.<i>Master is beautiful, even when angry</i>, Ezra thought to himself, examining the attractive profile of Reis' face as he snapped at Andras.<i>Why am I not beautiful to you, Master? </i>He sighed, eyes snapping to Andras quickly, darkness blooming inside of his chest and spreading like a fungus.<i>Mister Andras your face is nice to look at, like a painting, but your heart is mean and cold. </i>Ezra wondered what it might be like if Reis and Andras were one, two men stitched together and only displaying their best parts. Maybe a man like that would have Reis' gentle touch with Andras' carnal desires and appreciation for Ezra's pulchritude. Or, he might be a monster, irritable and solitary with a cruel streak and habit of lying. A master like that sounded awful to Ezra. He wished the keepers hadn't put so many stupid stories in his head, fairy tales about the perfect master and what it would mean for him to finally be owned. His expectations had been so high, and nothing was turning out the way Ezra had wanted.<br/><br/>Ezra jumped when Reis finally turned his head and caught him, hiding behind the door frame. "I'm... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to spy," the Asha said, though he wasn't entirely sure if their conversation was supposed to remain private to begin with. Reis had failed to give him instructions on what to do, and Ezra would follow his master everywhere, assuming he wasn't told to do otherwise. He slipped out from behind the doorway and eased himself inside, making no noise as he stepped into the room and into the light from Andras' lantern.<br/><br/>"Would you like me to go back to my room?" Ezra asked softly, avoiding Andras' eye and hoping Reis would choose to keep him close. There was no lock on the inside of Ezra's door and Andras could sneak in quite easily if he wanted to, just like before.<br/><br/>"Or I can... I can make tea! I know how to do this. Would you like tea, Master Reis?"