Carrick's lip curved slightly. "Clever boy." He indulged Hermes in a moment of petting before pulling the luxurious duvet off his slave and exposing him to the cold autumn air.
"You can go back to sleep for as long as you like after you've told me what I want to know."
He fixed Hermes with a sharp but not unkind look. "I know you too well to think that you didn't go for a wander through his head last night. So tell me how he really feels. Tell me what he fantasises about; what he longs for. The things his current Master has never given him."
The Vampire gave no thought at all to how the implications of such a question may hurt Hermes'; feelings, or bring the fae's insecurities to the surface. Carrick was so caught up in the day of lust and hunger that there was room only for his own feelings.