Those eyes, that look..<br/>Though he didn't show it, they weren't in private yet, afterall, it made him.. melt. He craved to.. well? Submit, yes.<br/>Predatorial.<br/>Hints of pain. Or was he projecting now? Did he want this man to be what he maybe wasn't?<br/><br/>He almost smirked at the remark about how much this man's time would cost. Almost, but.. it faded. He had no need to defend himself in this manner now, did he?<br/>"Yes, sir," he said, tone clear, then shook his head at his remark about being played.<br/>"No, sir. I understand. It won't happen again, sir." It wasn't<em>needed</em>to happen again, if Lessard was what he appeared to be.<br/><br/>Of course he followed. Much like a moth to a flame.<br/><br/>"I am River Cho Ming, sir," he said in the same tone of voice, staying a respectful distance behind the other man, a slight smile broadening so quickly he lowered his gaze to the ground to keep it from being too noticeable.<br/><br/>"Yes, sir," he answered his last question and bit his lower lip.<br/>He was hardly untouched.. How would he respond to seeing all those markings on his flesh..?