Anel had been inwardly grateful for the few gifts that he had received from Gareth. Of course, the whore would never let anyone else use the personal items and as such they were always clean and in perfect condition; he enjoyed going through the large trunk and cleaning each item. It gave him a subtle thrill to do so, and he'd hate to see a displeased client.<br/><br/>As he watched Gareth look through the trunk and finally withdraw the most recent edition, the boy couldn't help but purr deeply in appreciation. The man had exquisite taste, Anel was forced to admit and he hummed lightly, his eyes resting on the hard black leather that was finely cleaned to a subtle shine before he arched a slender eyebrow as he was ordered to assume the position.<br/><br/>Of course he knew what it meant, but he pondered for several moments, whether or not he should obey or not. Perhaps he was pushing his luck a little; perhaps he should have simply presented himself... But that just wasn't Anel.<br/><br/>He slowly rose to his feet, hands sliding over his slender sides before he rested his palms lightly upon the lid of the trunk, leaning downward to place his face close to the surface of the whip. His tongue flicked out and slowly ran over the leather, purring loudly before he leaned back, a wide smile playing upon his lips and he spoke softly, but firmly, his hips jutting out to one side.<br/><br/>"Make me."