“I don’t really wanna talk about it…” He mumbled, biting his lip. “Oh? I– I could? I would… love to, yeah. That sounds nice. Especially the whole not beating me part,” He laughed, blushing and touching his fingers to his lips. “You– you would?”

“They have,” He answered, nodding. “Uh, really? You think so? You’re– not that bad, actually,” Parker smiled, looking up from his bowl at Liam. “You’re pretty nice. Maybe… maybe I was being too uptight before,”

“Who, if I may?” He wanted to know who would hurt such a darling creature. “You know, if you wanted, you could hang out up here for a while. Would keep you out of the basement for a little bit. Promise not to tie you up and beat you, although if you consented I would jump on kissing you, just saying. Your lips are very kissable.”

“Um, a few weeks. I’ve been kinda laying low, you know? Trying not to uh… get hurt and stuff, you know?” He nodded, grabbing the bowl. “Thank you, by the way. You’re pretty nice,” He nodded.

He frowned, “do people hurt you? That’s very lame. No one should hurt you.” He sat down with his bowl and started to eat it. “Sorry for people hurting you,” he added, “very not cool. Consent, that’s a fucking cool thing.”

“Okay, yeah. Sounds good. I need to loosen up, right?” He asked, standing up as well. “Lead the way, Liam. Oh– uh, I’m Parker, by the way,” He added. 

He nodded, “yup,” he said with a smile. “So, Parker, how long have you been here?” He led him up to his room opening the door and let him in. He moved and grabbed two bowls before filling them with some delicious ice cream. “Here you go,” he said with a smile handing it towards him. 

“Listen here, you little ass face. If I hear you’re messing with claimed slaves, I’m reporting you to McHolland. Especially if you ever fucking touch mine, you got that?” Elliot hissed. “Find your own play thing.”

He smirked as he found the button he’d been searching for. “Oooh, so scared. I don’t ever mess with someone who’s unwilling, so if it’s your...play thing, is that what you called it...then maybe you should please them better so they wouldn’t go looking for it elsewhere.” 

Parker paused, blinking at him like he was confused. “Uh– I don’t know… if I should…” He trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck. He wondered, still, if the master was legitimately nice or just trying to hurt him. “Alright, I mean, I guess it couldn’t.. hurt. It’s only ice cream, right?” 

He nodded, “right, only ice cream. Maybe some toppings, if you want, but I’m only really truly offering ice cream. Also,” he said standing up because the boy had agreed to going. “We can watch television if you want, just saying.”

“Claimed…?” Elliot asked, becoming suspicious. “By– by who? Who are you talking about?” He asked, ignoring the second question.

He shrugged, “don’t know don’t care.” And he didn’t. Liam just enjoyed having fun and the little cutie he had fun with, well he knew he was claimed but he just didn’t care.

“How lovely, go get him then. I’m not interested in letting you fuck me.”

He shrugged, “poor bastard’s claimed. Still cute when he’s begging for more though.” He looked at the demon then smiled, “so what does a demon do for fun?”

“Ah, Liam,” Parker nodded. Second question. “Okay, um… what’s your… favorite kind of ice cream?” He asked, raising an eyebrow as he wasn’t really sure what to ask. Apparently he wasn’t very good at the question game.

“Oooh, mint chocolate chip. Best thing ever. Speaking of, want some? I have some in my fridge and now that you’ve mentioned ice cream I’m dying for some. Well, no not dying, but I would kill for some.” He grinned at the other, “so what d’ya say? Want some?”

“If you’re trying to get me to let you tie me up, it’s not working.” Elliot said, crossing his arms over his chest. “Nice try though.”

He chuckled, “pity. Although I wasn’t trying to convince you. There are plenty of better looking slaves to choose from. I mean I’ve already found a lovely play toy.”

“I–” He paused, trying not to blush at the compliment and remember that this guy was here to own people, not to cutely flirt with him. “Um, okay. I’ll start simple then. What’s your name?” He asked. “Since I don’t believe you’ve told me yet.”

He nodded, “did not mention a name. It’s Liam, by the way.” He looked at the boy, “alright, next.” He was pretty open about everything. Some might call him an open book.

“Maybe I have tried,” He said, giving him a bit of a glare. “You wouldn’t know.”

He shook his head, “you haven’t, because if you had you would know you’re perfect to be tied up and played with. You’ve got the face for it. Just imagine the moans you’d make.”

“How amusing.” Rah said in a cold, dry tone.

“I am pretty amusing, you’re right.” He smirked with a chuckle, “so why so lazy, Lazy Bones?”

“Well, that just sucks for you, doesn’t it? Since, you know, I’m a master and being tied up really isn’t my thing.”

“Isn’t your thing?” He chuckled, “how do you know if you never tried?”

Parker froze for a minute, but broke into a small smile when Liam said he was only kidding. “Oh, uh. Okay. Um… wait, am I just gonna ask you questions or am I trying to guess something your thinking by asking questions about it?” He asked, raising his eyebrows. 

“Oh, good question,” he said with a chuckle. “Why don’t we do like asking about me, and I can ask about you, so we both learn about each other. I mean I know you’re cute but I would love to know more. Sound good?”

Rah just gave him a slightly snarky smile and took the drink from him. “You can poison it all you want. Doesn’t work on a demon.” He said, taking a sip form it.

He snapped his fingers, “darn, knew I should’ve brought my holy water. Would’ve loved to watch someone squirm after drinking the stuff. You’d be more entertaining that way.”

“My eyes are in perfect condition, thanks.”

“Sure they are.” He did get up though and went to get the other a drink because, well sometimes Liam was a nice person. “Here, lazy, your drink. Don’t worry, was too lazy to poison it.” Or was he...the world may never know.