Anel closed his eyes tightly as Atticus spoke, wrapping his arms around his upper half in a defensive motion before he edged away from the bodyguard even with his posture being entirely unthreatening. He blinked down at the vials and tub with a small sigh before he nodded and finally accepted them, his features still downcast.<br/><br/>"I didn't want it." He said suddenly, swallowing once again. "I don't... Want you thinking that I'd throw myself away like that..." The boy shuffled on the spot with a heavy sigh, toying with one of the vials before he spoke again, his tone lowered. "Will it hurt...? I... I've never... You know..." The whore was never embarrassed about anything involving his body, and yet then he only wiggled his hips slightly, hopefully indicating what he was meaning.<br/><br/>"But anyway... I shouldn't keep you... Sorry." Anel frowned and looked off to one side, mentally scolding himself. He had a chance to play with the elusive ATticus... And had utterly failed, and managed to rather depress himself in the process. A complete failure.