The comfortable weight of Anel's head laid on his shoulder made Attics relax even more, the contact welcome. Still, he couldn't help but chuckle. "I've been around whores almost as long as you've been alive. If you have a trick I've not seen, I'll buy you for an hour." It was said without any sincerity, more out of playful teasing than anything else. He highly doubted the youth had anything in his limited repotoir that Atticus didn't know by heart all ready, or at least been witness to.<br/><br/>He watched as the youth rubbed at a bruised wrist and crushed the urge to close his own hand around the darkened marks. When Anel agreed to try some of the ointments, Atticus nodded, then said, "We should go now, in case we're needed soon." He grinned as Anel winked and promised to make it up to him. "We'll see." He couldn't keep his gaze from dropping to the slowly moving tongue. The devil-may-care arrogance the youth had really was enrapturing. Bruised and aching after being used harshly and still able to pour sex from his skin. Virgins should not have that level of skill. It made Atticus want to do things to the beautiful boy that would get him the punishments he feared more surely than anything else.<br/><br/>"Shall we?" he said, nodding his head towards the building, taking one last drag on the cigarette.