Hermes couldn't help but let out a soft little laugh as he looked up at Carrick through slightly damp lashes. "Your things get put back," he pointed out, small, impish smile pulling at the corners of his mouth as he looked down again to toy with his vampire's ancient fingers.
"Are you going to be able to manage?" he asked. "Watching me age, I mean." He looked up again, gesturing to his hair. "Pretty sure this is just going to be the start." And none of Carrick's bedslaves made it much past their pretty little youthful bodies anyway. This had to be a new experience for the man at the very least, or at least not one that'd happened in a very long while.