Not dead. That was...it was more than he'd anticipated at least. He definitely still had a great deal of punishment ahead of him.
He let out a slow breath, trying to shake the tension and be what Carrick had come to expect him to be. It wasn't going to happen. Maybe as soon as he knew what the consequences for tattling to Russell were he'd be able to move past whatever this was. "Thank you, Master."
Instead of daring to set next to Carrick even on his own bed, he moved to sit on the floor, leaning against the other man's leg like one of his dogs might, not moving. Just there. Present. "You've made it abundantly clear that you didn't want to be disturbed. Who am I to disrespect your wishes?"