Hurst seemed to feel the boys reluctance and he stopped the movements of his hand's on the young man's body, pulling away slightly. He wasn't often refused, but knew not to force himself when he was. The boy's uncertainty was dulling his own passions, although he could not help but feel drawn to the boy for his beauty, and something else besides, something else that had first caught his eye. "I was but perhaps my certainty was misplaced..."