"The stipulations are there for the purposes of the contract with the Circus, not to deter your expectations." Byron watched the way Conor played with the knife, hearing the quickening of Conor's pulse beat in his ears. While Byron had no empathetic or sympathetic way to tell what went on in another's head, he had been around enough to understand the logical conclusions of what may be happening.
Byron smirked. "I am very good at washing blood out of furniture if that is what making you pause." Licking his lips, he slouched back easily into the couch, his legs pushing out to touch Conor's as his abs flexed to compensate the position.
"Get out your aggressions, love, and we could start again."