Carrick listened closely, with not a little surprise. "Knives, really? That's more extreme than I expected from him. Though it's understandable, he's been a Vampire's slave ever since his Fall." Carrick had no intention of sharing Samandriel during the rest of the time he had with the boy, so multiple partners was certainly out. There were any number of devices that could be put to good use back in the suite however; it would be easy to keep the slave filled while he pleasured Carrick with his mouth or his hands.
A faint look of disdain appeared as Hermes continued. "A master catering to the whims ofa slave. Pathetic." It would be hard for an observer to tell if Carrick was either choosing to ignore the virtuoso skill with which Hermes was learning to manipulate his Master every night they spent together, or his pride was too monstrous to allow him to see it.
Carrick fixed his slave with a keen gaze after he finished speaking. "Are you actually sulking, little bird?" He half-reclined, propping himself up on one elbow as he absently traced a line down the centre of his slave's bare chest and stomach. "There's no need to feel neglected. I thought you'd enjoy a day off. It's why I brought you here." That, and he was a convenient alibi.