Liam lightly wrapped his arms around the other man and rested his hands on the small of his back. He slightly cocked his head to the side, as he listened to the vampire talking, wondering for the thousandth time, how much he had seen and experienced, not being able to fathom it for even a bit.
The slave enjoyingly closed his eyes in a long blink, when Carrick brushed his hand over his forehead. He then looked back at his master, and for a moment felt flustered and slightly self conscious when being eyed by him. This man was so ancient. His knowledge and experience must be so vast, it made Liam wonder, how he could ever be the centre of his attention for even more than one second. He must have met thousands, millions of boys in his long time in this world.
To avoid being looked at, the slave rested his chin on the vampire's shoulder, face turned to the side, so that his nose lightly touched the vampire under his ear. He breathed slowly out from between his lips, idly wondering if he can warm up the cool skin on the other man's neck that way.
At the order, he drew away, and turned to head towards the house, head slightly ducked.