Kenny made a cute face but wasnâ€™t struggling anymore. He didnâ€™t have any energy to do so. He just made a very cute face at the question and didnâ€™t answer. Though he was acting shocked when he realized the man knew his name. How did the man know his name?! His eyes went wide and shock and confusion. Puzzlement soon filling it and a hint of fear. How could he know his name? It wasnâ€™t possible. He had never been booked even when he got caught that one time shop lifting. He got off with a heavy slap on the wrist. He had no record and didnâ€™t even think he had anything to follow up and learn his identity. Did he? He didnâ€™t see how him being a man of wealth allowed the man to know his name. Or the name everyone called him. His full name was Kenneth but he didnâ€™t clearly remember it. â€œHow? How can something stupid like you having money allow you to have ways to know my name?â€ He asked in a nervous voice. That made him very nervous. It was unexpected. He didnâ€™t like unexpected things like someone knowing him and he hadnâ€™t told them who he was. His gaze nervous and wary now as he looked at Stefen.<br/><br/>He glared at him â€œI really donâ€™t believe you are sorry for kidnapping me or you wouldnâ€™t have done it in the first place.â€ He said in a soft but serious voice. Help him? Him help some guy he didnâ€™t know? Why didnâ€™t he like the implication. He was let go but carefully kept from being able to run again. Besides which he was too tired to do a repeat of just a few minutes ago. He looked at the paper which to him just had scribbles on it. The pen was really pretty and shiny. He just stared at it for a long time. Trying to figure out if he could read any of it. He never had an education. He was four when he ended up on the streets. It had been survival. No money for school or school supplies. He couldnâ€™t read and wasnâ€™t sure he could even remember how to write. He did know how but it would look like a four year olds writing. In other words someone out of kindergarten.<br/><br/>After trying for a few minutes to read the scribbly lines, they werenâ€™t really but to him they were, he pushed it away and back at Stefen. He said softly in a voice that was almost to soft to hear. â€œI canâ€™t read it.â€ He said then paused. â€œI canâ€™t read. I followed the pictures and arrows to get to the autograph signing thing.â€ He just watched as Stefen swirled a strand of his hair. He tried to step back from the table as he felt the manâ€™s eyes going over him. He wasnâ€™t sure he liked that. For some reason it made him uncomfortable. However, the bodyguard just nudged him forwards again gently. He shifted nervously unsure why the man was staring at him so intensely.<br/><br/>â€œOnly what Iâ€™ve seen on the televisions in the store window.â€ He said softly. â€œI seen almost all the movies as they show different ones. I noticed in several of the movies where you kissed a girl for a split second a look of discomfort or disliking flicked across your face then was gone. I donâ€™t know why that was just that it happened.â€ He said softly. â€œI know from overhearing things that you are the most popular actor these days. That you play in tons and tons of movies. That you are very, very, very wealthy.â€ He looked down. â€œI donâ€™t know much else. All I know is what Iâ€™ve seen on the television.â€ He said softly. He looked up. â€œCan I go now?â€ he asked softly.<br/><br/>He looked at the paper. â€œI already told you I canâ€™t do anything with that...that scribbles.â€ he said softly. It really wasnâ€™t scribbles being the whole thing was typed up and printed off. Just to him it was scribbles. Which meant it would be easy to manipulate him into signing something he didnâ€™t really know. Or tell him what it said and possibly leave out some things. Not like Kenny would know the difference no matter if Stefen told the truth, told mostly the truth, or fabricated most of it. He looked down again. Trying to ignored that tone that had kinda sounded husky. Why was the guy sounding husky? Wasnâ€™t that like what people who were attracted to people did? or something?