The boy's eyes widened as Ryan crouched down in front of him, his anger giving way to a terrible sense of dread; the fear that he would be kicked out, the shame of how he had allowed such a thing to happen. Anel couldn't even look at the Master as he knelt on the ground, squeezing his eyes closed as he trembled with small sobs.<br/><br/>Would he call it rape?<br/><br/>He blinked slowly and bit his bottom lip at the question, wrapping his arms around his shoulders in a protective manner and shaking his head. "I... I don't know... I don't want to... Cause trouble for you..." It was a dramatic turn around from the shouting, but the boy had little left in him. "I know you don't like me. I know that no one does, since I'm just... A bitch, but really... I don't want to be a bother..."<br/><br/>As Ryan asked whether or not he would be happy to stay, Anel thought that it was a subtle way of asking him to leave and he gasped sharply, a hand snapping out to tightly grip the man's sleeve, a pleading expression in his gaze. "N-No...! Don't send me away, please! I'll work harder! I... I'll see fifty customers a day! More! H-However many it takes to earn the money that I lost! Please... Let me stay..." He hung his head, tears again slipping down his cheeks as he continued to cling to the Master's sleeve.