Hermes tucked himself next to Carrick on the bed, settling easily against his side so the vampire could have the freedom to move papers around without having to navigate over his slave's body. "I would, thank you, Master." And really, like he said, it'd be a half decent bridge from one to the next.
He let Carrick sit quietly and read for as long as the vampire wished. "It's not going to be easy," he said quietly. "I don't even know me half the time. How does a sword even learn what it is to be sheathed when it's been out of its scabbard since it was ten?" Certain supernaturals had a taste for the young ones. Carrick had to know that. Hermes spent the better part of his life knowing exactly what he was for. "It's honestly just been nice only having one partner for as long as I have." Not that he would ever refuse Russell or Carrick's wishes for him, but stability was something new.
The fae cleared his throat and got up again, going to go look at himself in the mirror over his dresser. "We're going to have to learn together, my lord."
A deep breath and he quite literally shook the melancholy (though honest) mood from his shoulders and put on the old, comfortable mask of joy and mischief he wore when nothing else would suit, flashing a brilliant smile at his master that reached his eyes no matter how much of a lie it was.