Morgan normally would have kept a tight lip about his peculiar relationship with his slaves, but he had seen flashes of Dean's thoughts over the last week. The boy had lived in the camps and seemed to share Morgan's opinions about slaving. It was a chance he felt he could take, and one was that was more easily lubricated by the bourbon.
"I told him when I bought him that I wouldn't have any expectations of that kind," he said, running his fingers lightly through Dean's short hair.
"He is safe with me, they both are. Besides, I only want to fuck someone who wants to fuck me in return."