Sam's face twisted suddenly into a deep and concerned frown. The sudden 360 change in their conversation was not something he could so easily disregard. He also didn't want to push Ryan. He didn't stop Ryan from getting the door, because that would probably across as mean and overbearing. The trauma hadn't even been half a year old and he didn't want Ryan to freak out on him. "Hey," he said, keeping his voice soft. He very, very lightly touched is arm. "What's wrong?" He wasn't sure he expected an answer. But he had to try. "I know things didn't go down well, but I want you to know I've moved on from those memories. I've made my choice, and it's you. You can tell me anything. If you don't yes...That's fine." He forced a smile, because it would hurt if Ryan didn't, but this wasn't about Sampson. It was about Ryan.<br/><br/>~~~~~~<br/><br/>Rai let the shudder crawl down his spine. He licked his lips and ran a finger along the rim of his glass. "I think I'd be stupid to say no," he murmured, his own voice hushed. Kane's promise of wicked and hard and possibly unpleasant thrilled him. "I'm into BDSM. Everything. My pain is pleasurable for myself, and, well, the other party as well." He grinned then, though his teeth were human looking because of the charm. Which he suddenly wanted to be rid of. He reached out and tapped the bottle he'd given Kane. "But I want to see your alcohol tolerance first," he teased. It was also a test, because he was a submissive. Would Kane let him get away with pushing him around? Although Rai could be demanding in bed, if he was put in his place things changed quite rapidly.