<em>“Am I so dishevelled you can’t bear to have me walk to my own rooms to tidy up?”</em><br/><br/><em>No, it's because I want to keep looking at you, reminding how you felt, how you sounded, when you fought me, surrendered to me and orgasmed under me.</em><br/><br/>He smirked and nodded "Yeeees, that would be it.. It's not like I want to keep you longer, maybe even watch you while you bathe, hm?"<br/>A quiet laughter rang from him and even he relaxed, leaning back in the chair, hands drawing back, one of them lingering on the armrest, fingers trailing the carvings in the wood.<br/><br/>"You really should not be afraid of me sending you away, Louis," he said, calmer again, listening intently at Mary's going-ons, so she wouldn't walk in at the wrong moment. "It makes me wonder, though, if you'd not leave on your own account. ...that is, if you have somewhere to go, of course."<br/><br/>The water was still running and he could Mary sing, bless her heart. She'd felt something, maybe noticed something, and would act invisible and drown out anything she heard to give Atticus and Ryan this resemblance of privacy while doing her work.