Hermes arched a brow. "And requesting that the night guard not stand in the hall is improper how? The man can sit up all night in the living room playing video games and jerking off for all I care, my lord." He tipped his head up, every bit the proud little cunning thing Carrick bought what seemed like so long ago. "Forgive me for being under the impression that this was an occasion where you were inviting me out and not simply your boy. Clearly, I was mistaken, Master. Perhaps if this is to happen again, it might be a better idea to make it an explicit order rather than a hopeful request, sir."
The wine came, and the smile Carrick got from Hermes was mischief edging on pure challenge. "Unless that warning was brought about by possessive jealousy?" He took a sip of his drink. He hadn't eaten all day and just a glass was likely to be dangerous. "I assure you, master, I have no interest in any of the massive creatures you've set over protecting me." A brief pause and then, "alright, if I could stand the thought of anyone touching me, perhaps Charles, and even then it'd be hate sex more than anything."