Carrick stood composed, with hands folded as Mike sank down to his knees. "So you are. For good, this time. Welcome, sweet boy."
The vampire gazed down at the trembling slave. The air was almost electric - he could feel excitement and desire radiating from the boy. His wide blue eyes might be cast respectfully down, but the anticipation and happiness in them was plain. He let his eyes pass over the fine lawn nightgown. An interesting choice of attire., almost like the draperies worn by classical sculptures. It would certainly make undressing the boy tonight so much quicker...
"I'll show you around the house in a moment, but for now, come and rest for a few moments. You looked exhausted earlier." His voice took on a new, darkly erotic quality. "And I intend to keep you awake until dawn."
He tilted Mike's jaw upwards. "You bit your tongue when you were punished, I hear. Since I intend your mouth to be busy most of the night, I'd better think about giving you something to heal it..."
He motioned for Mike to rise, and slid an arm around the slave's waist as he led him back to the informal sitting room in which he'd been inspected the previous week.