Hermes shifted avian only long enough to leave his suit in a pile on the floor before he strode over to Carrick. Elegantly, he moved onto the bed and straddled his Master, plucking the book from his hand and tossing it lightly onto the nightstand.
"You, my beloved Erastes, seem to have unwittingly sold me to the only woman who has ever meant anything to me," He leaned back a little, unable to keep up his mask of grumpiness as he smirked just for Carrick. "My lady Eris Euskopos."