Carrick's eyebrows raised and his lips curled as Hermes whispered more information than he could ever have asked for into his waiting ear. Hermes had done his task so quickly, and so well. He truly had been a wonderful investment.
"Good boy," he murmured as the slave knelt by his side. He stroked the back of Hermes' neck, fingers dipping below the stiff collar of the starched white shirt he wore. He'd reward the slave for this, and he immediately thought of an idea how.
Right now though, he could tell the boy wanted to dance. He stood and offered Hermes his hand to lead him to the floor.