The slave swap had left Emrys feeling confused and unsure. The way that the nameless vampire had treated him and spoken to him..no one ha ever been like that with him before. His former master had treated his slaves more like they were his children, only punishing them when they absolutely needed it. And Emrys had always been a good boy and was hardly punished. With Mir, there was a gentleness. While he was still his Master, each touch was calculated as if The boy might be hurt. Like he was a porcelain doll. But with the man from the weekend...he hadn't cared. He didn't care that Emrys didn't know what he was doing. He didn't care about his inexperience. All he cared about was his own release and humiliation. He enjoyed causing Emrys that slight bit of pain. And the boy had actually enjoyed it. That had to mean something was wrong with him, didn't it?
He had been cleaning the living room when he heard the werewolf call for him. It had surprised the boy, causing him to jump slightly. It had been so quiet that Emrys had actually forgotten his Master was home. Setting down the duster he made his way into Mirs office, shutting the door behind him. He looked slightly confused at the sight of his master on the floor, but moved to kneel next to him.
"Did you need something Master?" He asked quietly, looking up at him.