The hand on his thigh was a surprise - a welcome one. He hadn't expected Anel to treat the statement as a challenge. "You're incorrigible, you know." He wondered suddenly if it had been the wrong thing to say - what would he do to when Anel finally found the end of his tether? He remembered being in Fiona's room, feeling the dark need to hurt uncoil and rise from the dark hollow of his mind. And Anel called to it, on purpose. His attitude, his sexual hungers, his unnerving innocence.<br/><br/>It made his blood burn in his veins.<br/><br/>"They're in my room-" He stopped and frowned as Anel snatched the near-finished cigarette. "Don't-" But of course he did. He shook his head. "Brat. Come upstairs."<br/><br/>He rose and took the still burning stub from the boy, and walked pointedly towards the Teahouse.