Just a name. It was like Carrick didn't know who he'd bought. Hermes would have a name for Carrick and at least three different weak points to work with. Hermes was nothing if not thorough when it came to information and ruining people.
He kissed his Master slow and easy, opening for him as if he was the only man in the universe who mattered. Really, as far as Hermes was concerned, he was, but that was beside the point. He could open just as well for anyone he had to.
"My conscience is always clear. I do as my Master commands and so long as he is pleased with me, nothing else matters," he murmured against those lips when Carrick allowed him a moment to breathe.