Carrick glanced down at his slave, the edge of his mouth twitching upwards for a fraction of a second. "I can hear you even if I'm not talking to you at the time," he remarked. He patted the bedspread next to him, an indication that Hermes should sit by his side. He waited until the slave had complied with his wishes, then reached over and decisively took the fae's hand. His voice was low and level, but held a note of genuine concern.