<div class="floatright">(http://i425.photobucket.com/albums/pp340/daggeroflath/tumblr_mfjn49GNI41rkqayvo1_500_zpsfe937118.jpg)</div><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Trent</span></div><hr/><br/>Trent closed his eyes for a moment, breathed in slowly and deeply and let the breathe out releasing the tension and stress as he did. After a moment he opened his eyes, still bright and a touch wet around the edges from his earlier tears but no longer crying. He smiled up at Jayson, meeting his eyes.<br/>"I still want to thank you anyway." His smile, originally soft and a little pained turned into more of a playful grin as he mustered up his courage to say "I insist."<br/><br/>His first attempt at being dominant, insisting upon thanking a servant for some kind words was not perhaps the most ambitious of goals. For him though it was overcoming years of habit. If he was told not to say thank you, even with the most subtle or gentle rebuke, then he'd been trained to accept it.<br/><br/>He felt motivated to try pushing himself a bit further and leaned forwards again, this time kissing Jayson on the cheek, saying "Thankyou" again. Then he laughed slightly, a bit giddy with the strange feeling of being allowed to set the rules himself, but also laughing at the feel of the man's stubble against his lips.<br/><br/>"You grew your hair. I like it." he said, looking down and admiring the slight trail of hair that ran down to the very revealing garment that Jayson wore.