He leaned back in his chair when the last of his words left his mouth.  The muscles in his upper thighs where contracting, a sure sign that he felt like bolting.  He always found it a travesty that his actual age didn't match up with his physical one.  There where moments, odd moments, when he was in the middle of something and he suddenly got the urge to run away, crawl into the warm embrace of...someone, maybe one of his "fathers" and hide.  Those moments sometimes came out of no where, and sometimes they came when triggered by awkward questions, or situations. And this was definitely one.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm18/undisclosedtoyou/Prettyboy02Cresized.jpg)</div><br/>Clearing his throat he leaned forwards, his elbows resting against the hard wood of the table. His fist propping his chin up, and he was as close to the man as was possible from their positions.<br/><br/>"I don't think you really want to know."  His eyes where steady as they plunged into his companions.  And than he leaned back.<br/><br/>"In any case, if the boss hasn't told you, than do you really think your meant to know?  Maybe you should ask him?" And than a dangerous impulse entered his mind, and he grinned.<br/><br/>"Or maybe I'll let you spend more time with me while the operation is being set up, maybe than you'll be able to figure it out on your own."  Quiet honestly Sin was just a little lonely, the people in his life, would come and go, never spending more than a few moments with him.  The most time anyone spent with him was when he was getting a regular check up with one of his 'fathers.'<br/><br/>"Either way I can probably guarantee you that after you know you won't want to come near me."  And his grin was reinforced, he knew his words where true.