Morgan silently bit down his want, as he took in Dean's posture. He had always had a problem with slavery, with forcing someone to do something they didn't want to do. Submission, on the other hand, he had no problem with at all. He considered himself a switch, but the sight of a very handsome boy, humbling himself, was more than he could ignore.
"Morgan," he said, finding his voice again. "Master Morgan will be fine."
It would be strange to hear someone call him Master, since neither Simon nor River had taken to to using it regularly. Still, it was better to keep up the facade of being a fine, upstanding member of the ruling class, just in case Dean's Master was one of the hard liners. He started walking back to the club's kitchen, motioning for Dean to follow.
"Come on then. I have plenty to eat upstairs, but I don't trust this storm. Might as well take up a bit extra, since I have another pair of arms."