His sigh came out through his nose and he crouched, flicking his gaze to the grass under him, the frown on his features deepening.<br/>It was only logical Anel would be confused by his question, but it had to be asked anyway.<br/>Men like Gareth, like Ryan, could do things to the body that could drive a man wild with desire, no matter what the mind thought of it. Especially a man like Anel.<br/>And Anel had had no defences being a virgin of just such an attack.<br/><br/>"Would you call it rape, Anel?" he asked, his voice gone lower, eyes going back to the whore "Even if your body responded to it?"<br/><br/>He shook his head at Anel's questions.<br/>"Mister Aldrich knew what was at stake, Anel. Taking you like that.. I'm not surprised I've yet to see him. And will not be surprised he fled," he said "I trusted him. Thought my name was enough to not allow a thing like this to happen."<br/><br/>Apparently Ryan's name meant nothing to Gareth, though.<br/><br/>"That depends on you, Anel. Life of a whore can be rough. Do you think you can no longer work as one?"