A slight grin dawned on him as Anel, however briefly, refused to get the trunk when Gareth ordered him to. It was all part of 'the game', and he didn't answer as he took a drag from his cigarette, his eyes never leaving the boy. He knew Anel would retrieve what he'd told him to, the refusal was just another excuse to punish him further. He certainly didn't mind, and if Anel didn't want it, he wouldn't have done it.<br/><br/>"<em>My</em>perversions? You are the one who owns these things, you silly boy," Gareth said with a slight chuckle, flicking a bit of ash into the ashtray on the arm of the chair casually. His eyes drifted to the trunk, looking over the various toys and implements contained therein, a smirk spreading across his lips. Gareth had tried a great deal of the toys out by this point, even bought a couple of them for Anel, so he knew what he was looking for. He mused idly to himself that once Anel's... 'condition' had been taken care of, he'd be able to bring him all sorts of<em>new</em>toys to play with.<br/><br/>"Assume the position, Anel," He said casually, knowing that he knew what it meant. His tongue slid out to run over his lips as he leaned down slightly from his sitting position to reach into the box while waiting for him to obey, his fingers nudging a red candle out of the way before he found his preferred whipping instrument, a short, single-tail, black-leather braided quirt. It was one of the more painful, strict whipping implements in the box - he knew, he had bought it for him - so he was certain Anel knew what he was in for once he saw it. He might have to tie him down to keep him from squirming too much.