River sighed, and nearly spoke to defend himself, at Lessard's comment about his back.<br/>Was it really his fault he had taken all this long to find a bedmate that knew what he was doing? Hell, he sure had scouted all possibilities. Hence the back, of course..<br/>He chanced a glance over his shoulder, but only briefly, then lowered it to the ground. This man.. he made him feel guilty.<br/>It was actually hard to follow the earlier command to not speak, but he kept to silence as instructed and but nodded a bit.<br/><br/>At the new command he raised his gaze to the bed, frowning lightly, then abided it.<br/>"Yes sir," he said low, moving over to the bed to climb on it and lay himself on his back.<br/>A four poster bed. So handy and wonderful. He made the effort to not only spread both his hands and legs, but to have all four limbs point to a post each, then flicked his eyes to study the black canopy above him.<br/><br/>Had his body disappointed Lessard? Like.. he had dreaded it would?