<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Asa almost looked forward to Carter's futile hunt for answers. It would keep him occupied, and for a time might even distract his mind from what had happened down in the dungeon.<br/>
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"Yes, for a time he will. The first is always the hardest," and Asa had every intention of this one being Carter's first and last. The lesson had been learned. There was no reason Carter would have to be exposed to the darker aspects of life for the foreseeable future.<br/>
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"You do," he answered smiling at the other's surprise. "I am yours for the full day." It was the least he could do given what Carter had been forced to experience. Carter's indifference when it came to history was something Asa had been trying over the years to do away with. "You know why. Those people have lived lives you can only imagine, and there are lessons to be learned from the dead." Many a lessons to be learned. "What are we without the past?"<br/>
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Asa mused on why he would be mad given he was the one prying. And as he listened to Carter's words, mad was the farthest thing from what he felt.  If anything it was quite the opposite, and it took a great deal of willpower not to pull Carter from the shower, to show him all the delicious trouble they could get into in one of those rooms Asa only had the key for. He hadn't allowed anyone entry since adopting Carter, not wanting him to have accidentally stumbled onto yet another secret that Asa kept locked securely under lock and key. Though he did venture into the room from time to time to make sure everything was up to standard and free dust and cobwebs, even he had no intentions of ever utilizing the room. Though now, Carter's admission tempted him, made Asa consider the possibilities. The fantasy didn't linger, immediately crushed the moment the temptation grew louder than a whisper. Human lovers were already fragile and Carter was not only human, but weak even for mortal standards and Asa wouldn't risk Carter's well being just to sate his own depraved desires. <br/>
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And yet he couldn't help teasing the younger male, his lips  brushing against Carter's ear as he asked, "You can't or you won't?" his voice low a honeyed rumble. "While I imagine the older male may not care much for cuffs, rope has it's appeal." His cool fingers trailed painfully light along Carter's waist, dipping lower still, "Tell me more."</span>