Carrick stroked through the messy dark hair as Liam obediently sucked the blood from his fingertip. The sensation of having Liam's lips close around his finger was undeniably erotic, and he could not help imagining what the hot, moist mouth would feel like on his cock. Perhaps he'd find out later...
"Of course not. What do they teach you in the rebel camps? I expect they also say that I can turn into a bat..." He fave a tiny, faint smile. "It's just to heal you. Look at the sword cuts. They'll be gone by morning."
He held out a hand to his slave as an offer to help him up. "Can you stand?"