Hermes arched with him, tipping forward and up into that caress like a contented cat. "As you will, master," he said, looking adoringly up at him no matter how much that warning made him worry about what was coming for three slaves who likely had no choice. Still, he'd known them, and if they thought for a second they'd be able to outcon a con, they really had underestimated his will to survive. They were expendable. Everyone but Carrick was expendable. Even the angel.