<em>...boy...</em><br/><br/>He nearly tripped, but was able to catch himself just in time, cheeks flaring up a bright red. Not so much at how he had responded to being addressed in that manner but by nearly planting his face in the floorboards.<br/><br/>Oh good God, this was hardly his first time, so why was he so very.. impressed?<br/>He could feel butterflies demanding free space of flight in his body.<br/>That feeling increased on the journey through the manor. By the time they reached Lessard's quarters, he was shivering!<br/><br/>Looking up at him, feeling so very small and yet growing under his gaze, he could barely nod, swallowing something away again.<br/>God, this man had some aura..<br/><br/>A save word? Most brothels hadn't really bothered. It made him feel a lot more safe and he gladly followed Lessard's command to click his fingers three times.<br/>It did make him wonder if he actually had need of this, but.. one could never really know. River hadn't found his own boundaries so far. Maybe Lessard could...