When Lessard spoke, his gaze tore from the canopy to fall upon him, though he didn't raise and thus not had the best view on him. It was interesting to note the heavy curtain. Did he keep specific treasures hidden there..? He couldn't really tell, all he got was a glint of metal, a hint of leather, some wood.<br/><br/><em>"I can see it in those expressive eyes of yours... The fear of rejection."</em><br/><br/>River sighed a bit and closed his eyes briefly, then raised a brow at the words that followed and locked his gaze unto the other man.<br/>It didn't bother him, in the least, that Lessard was restraining him. He couldn't give it all of his attention at the moment, either, he was too busy listening to him, a slight smile spreading, curling his lips, at the compliment.<br/>Something that faded when they parted and let free a small moan at the bite of leather, tongue quickly licking them after.<br/>He could feel himself harden further..<br/><br/><em>"Tell me, boy... How do you feel being bound and helpless as you are now? There is no way out of those bonds, save for my good graces... I could very well leave you in this room for hours on end; no one would come in to check..."</em><br/><br/>As he collected his thoughts, he but had to grin at the last part of his question.<br/>"I'd not like it if you left, sir.. But I do like to be restrained. I don't feel helpless. I feel quite free," he said, following Lessard continuesly with his gaze.<br/>He swallowed at the feel of the cane, eyes going over it, then back to the man holding it, slightly curving upwards when it reached one of his nipples.<br/>The remark made, the rhetorical question, was but met with a smile that grew a bit mysterious. Of course it was quite obvious who the whore here was. At least for River...