The vampire was cowed, and lowered his hands, abashed.
He might not accept that some people would enjoy slavery--of even being slaves for cruel Masters--but he could acknowledge Hermes' right to choose the life he wanted.
Mitchell swallowed and turned his back, picking up his tea to sip at before it went chilled. It didn't help. The fae's other assertions--that Samandriel enjoyed being sliced by a knife--was hurtful, but it put one of their conversations in a different light. He'd thought that his angel had wanted to be marked as a "fuck you" gesture to Carrick. Now, though, he realized that his angel had been testing his willingness.
He didn't care that he'd been manipulated. He knew Samandriel was smarter than he was, and didn't have any illusions about his own intelligence. But it bothered him that he couldn't give Sam what he wanted.