There was a faint ruefulness in Carrick's eyes as he replied. "I know what you mean. They're strange creatures, aren't they? Slave boys. They find a way of getting into your life and twisting it all backwards."
He paused for a moment, thinking of the human who had so wholly captured his attention in recent weeks past. "When I arrived here, I bought the most delicious boy you've ever seen. Liam was his name. A fey little wildling straight from the rebel camps. He begged me for weeks to learn to fight; he wanted to be a gladiator. I've sent him to an old acquaintance back in the UK to learn martial arts."
Carrick's gaze met the werewolf's, hunger plain in his eyes as he leaned forwards again, this time turning his body and raising one knee so that their bodies were almost entwined. "I don't need cardio; it's an advantage of not having a conventional circulatory system. And after the exercise?"