Atti tilted his head as he considered, letting his gaze drift as he thought. “No,” he murmured, with a flash of a grin. “I don’t.” This was freedom, being able to speak and act without worrying about catering to anyone else’s desires. Only his own. His gaze returned to Master Ryan.<br/><br/>He had been on his way to becoming a courtesan before he had been damaged, and even after being so badly harmed, his contract would not have been cheap. There was still a few years on it. He knew the law would back Master Ryan if he decided Atticus would whore for him again, and what freedom he had was given to him by Master Ryan. It could be taken away, just as easily. But he didn't fear it. Didn't believe it would ever happen.<br/><br/>“Can I thank you, instead?”<br/>