"I don't think he was choking me intentionally.." The boy mumbled, face flushing crimson. "I think he just got a little...over zealous with his thrusting." He felt silly feeling embarrassed about discussing sexual activity. After all that part of what he was there for. He should be able to talk about it without turning the color of a traffic light.
At hearing Mir saying that he enjoyed reading and the languages he knew, Emrys lit up brightly. "I can teach you French if you'd like!" He said excitedly, much like a child. "My former Master and my mother insisted on learning other languages. I can speak French and Italian and Welsh of course. He wanted his slaves to be cultured to he had us all learn different things. I used to spend hours holed up in the library when my chores were done. I love-" Emrys stopped abruptly, realizing he was rambling. "Sorry sir...I got a little carried away," he finished with a sheepish smile.