He wondered at Jace's words, finding the very nature of him to be strange. It did seem like he wanted to protect him in a way, and yet he seemed to do so with threats. Did he only not want to see Alth hurt, or did he only want him hurt if he was the one doing it? As many lovers as Altheras had been with, it was the violent ones that usually didn't care who else fucked him or hurt him as long as they got what they wanted out of him. He would definitely be taking his time for the next few days to learn more about his cellmate. He needed to find out what made him tick. He didn't want to screw up and have Jace turn into a violently abusive captor like his own father had been.<br/><br/>Cringing at the thought, he slowly crawled back onto his bunk, collapsing against the sheet and burying his face in the pillow. He sighed softly, his muscles all trembling from their encounter. He could not deny that he was afraid, but he wasn't sure what to make of this. He would do as he was told, to the best of his ability, but he wasn't sure how to go about keeping other people from hurting him when they fucked him. He did like it rough afterall, and he wasn't likely to protest if things got painful.<br/><br/>He turned his head to one side on his pillow, blue-green eyes heavily lidded as he gazed at Jace. "I'm not good at stopping other people from hurting me... if I come back hurt, you'll just have to punish me. I'm not sayin' I won't try... but... I don't know how effective I'll be. I tend to just give people what they want."