<strong>Enzo's clinic.</strong><br/><br/>"If you're referring to Marco and Maria with those pet names Enzo, I'd be sure not to use those nicknames you so happily throw out in their presence.  I could only imagine that they'd take quite a bit of pleasure in turning you into some horrible beast the likes you could only conceive in your worst nightmares."  Richard only added the warning because despite how they usually clashed, it was Enzo that kept him relatively sane, if such a word could be used to describe any Xantelli of course.  He waved the doctor's apology off since he wasn't bothered by the outburst.  "It's ok old friend.  If I was so easily offended do you think we'd be talking as we always do when I come out here?"  Taking the offered right hand glass, Richard examined the contents and shrugged before taking a sip, the liquor burning quite pleasantly all the way down his throat before it hit his stomach.  He nodded his approval despite his personal choice of not to drink in excess.  Only socially did he indulge, although Richard was known to indulge quite a bit when a party was called to order.  He had tried every drug and alcoholic drink he could get his hands on at least once, but it was the Power that was the ultimate high and it always would be he knew....hence why he rarely used it.<br/><br/>It terrified him....but like any Xantelli, Richard was addicted to it, though his addiction was small and still easily controlled....for now anyway, and Enzo knew it.  Nodding as Enzo confirmed what he had already suspected considering that the only good work they did was cure diseases such as the one the doctor had mentioned.  The old man wasn't the only one of course since most males had a problem with how big they were, being insecure about their dick size, but Richard knew that it wasn't how big your rod was that mattered, it was how you used it.  He didn't have MUCH experience with sex, but he had enough to know that for himself.  More than one girl his age had left quite happy, though how many that was he had took to his bed he could count on one hand.  Leaning up after taking another sip, Richard sighed but shook his head.  "No....you know my philosophy on all this.  I know what you'll say Enzo, that it's only a matter of time before I became like our master and mistress....like you, and that's what scares me the most I think, knowing what my future holds.  Still...I can never give this Power up.  It's the best drug that was ever created or given to men like us, and no one could resist what it gives to us even though I try.  I don't have any slaves of my own....maybe I'm just waiting for a few more agents to come barging in on us.  I want to earn my right to take one of my own, and not have one handed to me I guess is why I haven't taken slaves already and bent them to my will.  It's...a pride thing you could say."<br/><br/>All of his life he'd had things handed to him save for his sharp mind and his strong body, and Richard wanted to earn some of that for himself for once.  Looking up to Enzo, he hoped the man understood as he drained his glass and put it on the 'living' table.  He was yet young, so he wasn't impatient by any means, just....he wanted to know and others as well to know he had done something on his own without another's aid or waving enough money around.  It might go against what he had said earlier, but Richard felt it was the only way he'd be able to know for sure whether or not he'd fall like the rest or he'd find a way to get off the Island and bring his family down in the process....an unlikely prospect but such was the way his mind worked.  There was no middle ground for Richard.  It was all....or nothing.