Roth sat down next to Anthony, rather than across from him, to get a closer look at his arm. He held up Anthony's wrist gently, as if he was more fragile than he actually was. He looked up at the young man's face. "How long have you been clawing at yourself?" he asked. It wasn't bad, but in a way it was sort of amusing. It was just the sort of thing he had been babbling on about the last time, that he'd claimed to help with the spanking. Ironic.
Roth heated the tea from across the room with a wave of his wand, and returned to his usual seat. "Have you shown that to anyone else?"