"I didn't even think you would be the slightest bit interested..." Rimion said, letting out a small laugh, his right hand moving to scratch his side, itching from when Max kicked him with his boot.<span style="font-style: italic">"Don't you know... My aches come whenever you have something in your hands, Master?"</span>He thought to himself.<span style="font-style: italic">"It's just making me think, "Just hit me already.... Do it!" And yet you sit there teasing me..."</span>Rimion did not want to admit, but he was a bit taken by surprise that he and Max were literally having these moments. Although he would have been comfortable with Max beating him senseless or something... But these moments were slightly fine as well.<span style="font-style: italic">"I'm sort of happy that he came back... But that doesn't mean he likes me or anything... After all he's merely a sadist... playing with me, a masochist who gets what he asked for. He isn't my friend... He's my Master. He does what he wants to me... And I just stand there and take it. A fair deal, more or less."</span>Rimion assessed before turning his gaze back to Max.<br/><br/>When the man mentioned his surprise at the fact that Arin's wife and Rimion are still alive, he could only smile at that fact, "I will admit, he was too merciful on me. He only beat me for every time I was with her... And that at least 22 whippings in four days." Rimion replied, a yawn coming from his lips. As he asked about what how Arin ran things for him, his smirk returned as he wrapped his muscle-bound arms behind his head, getting rather comfortable. "Well... As you know Arin is a stubborn old mule. The only thing I had access was his bathroom to shave and do my business. Right off the bat, he challenges me to a fist fight. Being the problem slave that I am, I go along with it. I broke his left arm and I would have shattered his kneecaps if his lovely wife hadn't jumped in, praying for mercy." As he spoke, his smirk turned to a frown.<br/><br/>"I didn't want to fight the man, but at the same time... I was sick of every bastard what calls himself Master put a whip to my face but then fears me behind close doors. He was afraid, and to hide it... He tried to beat me every day when he found out, telling me, "A bear like you needs to be handled with ferocity. You don't get no mercy from Arin." He said in deep cowboy's accent, immediately laughing at his own joking attempt.