In span between 'that's not why I bought you,' and 'I'm not opposed' Samandriel felt his heart sink a little, felt that question rise up again. Why had Mitchell bought him at all?
Permission had been, at least slightly granted and maybe Mitchell could help make this less awkward for both of them if Samandriel just did what he intended.
He reached up and cupped Mitchell's cheek, thumb brushing gently along cool skin. "I just wanted to know what this feels like," he said softly, forcing himself to look at the vampire who owned him, to very so briefly behave like an angel and not like property. His hands moved gently, mapping over Mitchell's face, learning him through fingertips from the prickle of his stubble to the soft skin of his lips up to the mess of dark curls on top of his head.