"To stay with you?" Haakon feels an intense attraction to that, yet is also horrified by it, and is both sick to his stomach and erected, visible through his shorts. "Well that's good, not reforming me that way and all..." He starts to touch himself, and shifts in his sandals, and looks Liam in the eye, his bulky, tasty muscles flexing ever so slightly and reflecting the light from the cabin windows in the near perfectly spherical beads of sweat. The dick gets taller, the eyes more piercing, the senses more attuned, the seconds become eternities. He looks at him, and realizes that Liam's body is blocking the door. "So when does it begin?" His toes push again against the bottom of his sandals, ever becoming more fragrant with his odor and taste, arching his feet, and he grabs his own bicep, his own saliva becoming apparent to his taste, and every muscle in his body primed, while his chest muscles show clearly in his wet, sweaty t-shirt, squeezing it as he stares in to Liam, horrified, and erect.<br/><br/>He doesn't really know what a reformer is, and he wonders, what will it be like? What will it feel like? And how much of whatever is about to happen will he feel before he is ended and reformed? All the cares that made him take this job fade away as he looks straight in to Liam, his captor, his something. The pay, the dress code, none of it makes any difference now, as he gazes in to Liam and not himself. The whole world becomes Liam, as does his whole life.