Carrick had stretched out in his favourite easy chair as Mir left, closing his eyes for a moment, a tiny and contented smile curving his lips. What an evening it had been.
When he heard the werewolf's step a few minutes later, he opened his eyes. "Of course," he answered as Mir began, sitting upright once more. "What did you want to talk about?" His voice was carefully neutral. Carrick fully expected the werewolf to launch into another impassioned tirade about the evening that Carrick had spent pleasuring himself with Emrys, so to hear a request for punishment was something of a shock.
He did not answer for a moment, only leaned forwards slowly. "To punish you," he repeated. There was a long pause, the words hanging in the air. "Explain."