Something Lessard had said still lingered in his mind, even as he wandered into the room, keeping his eyes on him to not have them wander for even a moment, only breaking this to close the door behind him as instructed as quietly as he was able.<br/><br/><em>I will not stop if you simply tell me to do so.</em><br/><br/>That, and the safe word, the finger snapping when his mouth would be otherwise engaged.. did not help to calm the butterflies in his stomach.<br/><br/>While Lessard summoned light into the room, he but stood still, hands folded before him, eyes never straying. Of course he saw the room from the corners of them, but paid no heed, even if what he saw was quite to his liking.<br/><br/>At his command River did move, thought not much, only enough to position himself before the chair, head inclining at the man's words.<br/>A slight smile spread at how he watched him. It didn't make him self-concious, however. It was enjoyable to see those eyes follow his smooth motions, hands that took apart the Asian orientated garments almost idly.<br/><br/>Something resembling a deep red obi fell to the ground first, giving room to open the white, embroidered jacket underneath, revealing River did not wear anything under the jacket but his skin ; porcelain carved and burned almost decoratively, no scar longer then one of his fingers, but the sheer amount of them impressive.<br/>Stepping out of his shoes he moved one step to his left to stand next to them and slid his white pants downwards, one foot after the other elegantly raised to step out of this, too.<br/>When he rose, he did not just reveal to be quite aroused, but also that the collection of scars on his legs -especially his thighs- was a great deal more impressive and held a hand full that were quite large indeed. Here, on the other hand, lash-marks seemed to dominate his skin.<br/>If Lassard would inspect him closer, he'd find robe burns, too. And, of course, that the back of the boy, and the back of his legs, nearly held no unscarred skin any longer.<br/><br/>He did not conceal anything of this. Not his nakedness nor his scars. Though that lower lip did get sucked in again, a slight blush spreading over his cheeks. River knew damn well what he looked like.