Hermes arched a brow as he looked up at Mitchell. "I'm a fae in the home of a vampire. Not only that, but I'm a particular brand of highly useful fae. I'm a weapon, Mitchell. I'm too dangerous to be let go or sold. He will kill me and I'd much rather have the peace of a quiet death in his arms than what might happen to me otherwise."
What Mitchell was thinking was clearly obvious in more than just the words he was speaking and the way he was touching him. "You don't really think that Carrick's the one with the power between the two of us, do you?" Hermes laughed. "Oh, my dear Irishman...I've been running circles around him since the day he bought me. Eventually, he'll catch up and realize that not only has he been catering to my whims since go, but that he's strangely okay with all those indulgences. I pick my battles, and I win them. Coming here? The rest of my plan for the next few days well...I will definitely get the lash for that, but seeing as he hasn't dared truly raise a hand to me yet I doubt it'll be anything worse than what I've had before."
He reached up to touch Mitchell's face. "But thank you for your concern. I can see why your angel loves you."