For Roth, things had been going swimmingly lately. He'd been shagged half to death by Lucius, shackled Stephen with some pretty sophisticated magical chains, and he'd finally met this Bole character. He was in an excellent mood, all things considered.
When the door opened and poor little Anthony was there, looking like an orphaned train wreck, he couldn't think of a better way to spend Saturday morning. "Anthony, please come in. Have a seat," he offered, closing the door. "Are you cold? Would you like a cup of tea?" he asked, noticing the blanket and pajamas. His mind cast back to their previous visit, and how he'd convinced the boy that spanking might alleviate his feelings of guilt. He'd wondered if Anthony would be inclined to give it another go or not.