Mitchell's jaw dropped open, and he felt totally, utterly disarmed. The boy's touch on him was exploratory, with a gentleness that shocked and surprised him. It wasn't the touch of an experienced slave, of one who'd been trained.
"Have you never...with anyone?" he asked, curious and soft. "Never touched anyone before?" He might have been raised a slave, but he was still experienced by the time he was eighteen. "How old are you?" he blurted out.