Wren let Aiden silence him, but it wasn't just because being a good boy had been ingrained into him as the most desirable of traits and that meant obedience, it was mostly because he loved Aiden and he'd pretty much do anything for him. He nodded to show that he'd be quiet and listen but still nuzzled into Aiden's hands playing with his hair; he loved that quite apart from anything sexual.
His pleased little expression clouded over when he heard what Aiden was saying, anger warring with upset in his gaze and upset winning. "You don't hurt me!" he said first, putting his hands over Aiden's against his face, agitated by what people might think of Aiden. "You've never hurt me, ever, never, you're not a bad man!" his face went from bewildered denial to some kind of snarl. "If they think you're a bad man then we can go, we can leave here because you're not and no one is going to say you are because you are not." he said fervently, adamant. He knew bad and Aiden wasn't it. He kept a hold of Aiden's hands, the snarl slipping - it never belonged on his face anyway - into something sadder. "You don't play with me. You don't. I don't want people to think you're bad when you're not. You're not. You're a good boy Aiden, you're my best. I love you."