Re: Holding Pens
Carrick smiled a little to himself and squeezed the shoulder muscle harder, seeking the knots and tension in the boy's muscles and looking to relax them. The boy was skittish - he obviously was not used to being touched. That presented an alluring challenge, he thought.
"Who were your former owners?" he questioned, turning his attention to the other shoulder and standing close behind the boy - close enough so that his chest brushed Liam's bare back. "And why are they selling you?"