Sam crawled about the basement, his hands reaching up to the wine rack and pulling out a bottle of particularly fine 1970s vintage.  With a deliberate movement, he grasped the bottle in his mouth, holding onto the neck of the bottle with his teeth.  For a moment, as he crawled up the stairs, he had a strange fantasy of doing to a small animal what he was doing to the wine, as if he was presenting the body of a pest to his master.  The strange man transferred the bottle to his hand and rolled onto his shins, opening up the door to the basement.<br/><br/>Carefully, Sam again took the bottle in his mouth and crawled through the darkened house, setting down the bottle of wine on the floor of the living room.  He then crawled to the kitchen and fetched a pair of wine glasses, holding them by the stem in one hand as he awkwardly shuffled on his knees back to the living room.  During the entire operation, he completely averted his eye from Seraph, except for one brief, terrified glance when he first entered the room.  Sam closed his eye and lifted the wine and glasses onto the coffee table, and curled up at Thorn's feet, rubbing his cheek against her ankle.  In spite of his nakedness, he had never shown a hint of arousal during the entire time he had been in the sight of the two women.  A definite change from his usual behavior.