Mitchell blinked, startled, because in as much as he'd thought about having a sexual component to his relationship with Samandriel--which wasn't much--this was something he'd thought would just happen naturally. He was going to chivalrously not force himself on the boy and simply let it happen, or not. And now Samandriel was asking him, bluntly, and he didn't really have an answer.
"I'm not...that's not why I bought you," he said slowly, wanting to make it clear that it was not required. "I mean, I'm not...not opposed." Because he wasn't. He thought Samandriel was quite beautiful--stunning, in this oddly golden way that made Mitchell think of sunshine and sand.