Atti's eyes couldn't stay on the Master's face, the revealing of his chest again too much to ignore. The promise of seeing so much skin made his blood pound faster with excitement and he was hard pressed not to finish himself to the sight. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his desires and lifted his gaze. That simple act was as difficult as reining in a headstrong horse - or a very stubborn mule.<br/><br/>He didn't protest at Master Ryan's quite comments. He had been used many substances, and had been in the dragon's clutches for several months towards the end of his time at the Briars. Even when he was taken out to be paraded public venues and terrifying private parties, he was given over to the drug. But there was no hell to escape from at the Teahouse, and the doctor who had taken over his care had aided him in slipping free the dragon's claws, so he could serve the House with his wits about him. His gaze dropped to the ink under the man's skin, then met black eyes again. "The dragon I rode threw me long ago and rode me itself. I did my best to throw it in turn, but... to be ridden by a dragon is very exhilarating..."<br/><br/><em>"Your words are sweet, Louis. And I appreciate them... But your hands are still under water and you're touching what is mine without my order to do so...."</em><br/><br/>Atticus' breath hitched and he swallowed. Had he said the wrong thing, done something incorrect? He always hated when clients were vague with their desires - but Master Ryan wasn't a client. He would never have a client again. He was going to have to get use to discovering a bedmate's desires and dislikes all by himself.<br/><br/>Sluggishly, his hands moved, releasing his cock and sliding free of his hole, the latter making his wince. He was unsure what to make of the Master's claim, part of his mind protesting at the thought that anything of his anatomy belonged to the man, another wondering if his hands didn't also lie under the Master's possession, but mostly he just wanted Master Ryan to be pleased with him and fuck him again, even if that meant he had to stop fondling himself. He flexed them, and made them grip the sides of the bath so they wouldn't drift back down his body of their own whims. "Did I mar your property, Master?" he murmured playfully.