Anel's breath caught in his throat rather audibly as the question was asked. Did he think he should be punished? he had no idea. He didn't<em>want</em>to be, but that wasn't what had been asked. The more he thought on the matter however, the more the lines blurred on whether he did wish to be or not; the simple fact that Ryan was inquiring the point was surely something positive, if intimidating... A Master wouldn't waste time punishing a whore he no longer wanted in his House, would he? Anel certainly hoped not; it would be a terrible blow to suffer punishment and be thrown out regardless... But no, Ryan wouldn't do that... Would he?<br/><br/>The boy looked tentatively upwards at the man for a moment before lowering his gaze, his lips opening and closing several times as he struggled to form the correct words. He didn't even know what he thought on the matter, so to speak was a huge leap in itself. He felt dirty, unclean and used (in a way that he didn't like), so perhaps punishment would serve as a way to remove the dark stain upon his conscious? That he would pay for not doing something to prevent Gareth committing the act? He had also acted terribly n front of the clients, which in itself was a punishable offence...<br/><br/>But then, he didn't deserve it! Another part of his mind cried at him; logically there was nothing he could have done, considering the bound position he was in, and anyone would have acted out a little under those circumstances... Maybe if he simply apologised...<br/><br/>Would that be enough?<br/>What would the other whores think about him 'getting off' after such a display?<br/>Would his reputation be ruined?<br/>Would he be trusted with anything again?<br/><br/>Anel squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head quickly, a small sob passing between his lips as he felt lost to the confusion that whirled through his mind and threatened to simply tear him apart. Looking up to Ryan again he leaned forward and dipped into a deep bow, speaking quietly, his voice trembling. "I... I don't know... It isn't r-right... Isn't my place to decide... I can't decide... I..." He paused. Swallowed. Tried to get his words together. Then spoke again.<br/><br/>"I did something wrong... Was rude to clients... Should have stopped... It from happening... I feel disgusting; like I shouldn't even b-be looked at, but I... I don't know what I should do..." Slowly, the boy lifted his head to gaze upward with a desperate expression; a boy looking to his Master for guidance.<br/><br/>"Please... Tell me what should happen to me... What I should do..." No, that wasn't enough, he needed to say more.<br/><br/>"I'll do whatever y-you think I should, Master Ryan..." Better.