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Samuel was, admittedly, taken aback by the face of disgust. The ice cream was, undoubtedly, his favorite food he’d had all day, and it had been his favorite food when he was privileged enough to have a favorite food. He couldn’t imagine someone thinking that ice cream tasted bad. “I think it’s really good...” he murmured, bowing his head. Personal preference, he figured. But Azrael had mentioned humans - maybe the other species didn’t enjoy ice cream? Why did Azrael keep it stocked in his home if he hated it so much? He thanked the pets who began to clean up his food, wondering if it was them whose shoes he’d be in soon. Would Azrael keep him to do house work? Or was he there for sexual purposes, as Azrael had made Samuel assume so far. “Yes, Sir,” he agreed, standing to his feet. He felt a little lethargic from all of the rich food that was nothing like anything he’d had in a long, long time, but he’d do his best to wake himself up fully. He followed upstairs to a bathroom, taking everything that was offered to him. If he imagined, this could be just a normal situation. Samuel spending the night at a handsome man’s house, no war, no food scarcity, just... a night together. He knew that that was all in his imagination, though - he had no right to daydream about something like that any longer. “Yes, Sir. Thank you.” He was a little startled by the pat, but he watched him leave before undressing himself fully. It took him a minute to figure out how to turn on the shower, but, once it was on and warm enough, he stepped in, beginning to clean himself to the best of his ability, despite his desire to just stand under the spray of warm water. He hadn’t had a nice shower like this for as long as he could remember, and it was very difficult to get out, dry off, and wrap himself in the bathrobe once he was clean.

“Oh - I didn’t realize that you didn’t mean talking. I’m sorry. Whatever you’d like to do, Sir, I’m sure I’d be happy doing, too.” He returned the kiss to his lips, climbing off of the couch as he was helped up by Azrael. He followed as he was guided up the stairs, trying to memorize the layout of the home as they walked. If Azrael really did want to claim him, he knew that he ought to get used to the way the house was laid out. He used to be able to navigate his family’s house with his eyes closed. He hadn’t been that comfortable with a space in years, and he knew that that was likely what Azrael expected from him, so he was slowly learning his way around, and hoped he’d pick it up the more he spent time there. He stepped into the guest room - which was still more beautiful than most anything he’d seen in years - letting Azrael hold him close. He gave a soft little smile, ducking his head down. “I’m a little tired,” he admitted, stepping back one step to let Azrael take his shirt off. Laying down on the soft bed, he relaxed under the touch to his stomach, returning every kiss that was pressed to his lips. “That’s okay, Elder,” he confirmed in a whisper, nodding. His eyes were half-lidded as he looked up at him, prepared to close them once again for the next kiss. Azrael could be softer than he let on, Samuel noticed. He didn’t understand why it was that so many people seemed to fear him.

Shrugging slightly, Samuel pushed a hand through his hair, looking up at the ceiling. Shelter. More than he had in the wild. “I’m here to serve, Sir. I’m happy to please. Whether or not I get a master, I’m going to continue to be on my best behavior, to serve and to help the people that I can. That’s what’s important to me.”

Nodding at the question, Samuel folded his hands in his lap, looking out at the now-human. Shifter. That’s what they were called. “Yeah -- yes, Sir. Still getting used to everything.” Food, bed, shelter, water. He had to keep reminding himself that he had those things here, things that he never knew if he’d have while living nomadically. Food, bed, shelter, water. “I’m grateful for the chance to have a life here, though.”

The whole thing took him off-guard - he was surprised by everything that just happened. He was bitten, and then the cat turned into a human in the blink of an eye, still holding onto his finger in his mouth. “Oh - um - right. I’m... admittedly naïve when it comes to most types of wild cats. I’m glad the heat doesn’t bother you.” He tried to recover as smoothly as possible, pulling his hand back inside of the cell, subtly looking at it to make sure that he was alright.

“I don’t think I’ve ever thought about this much. Turn ons… hair pulling, being called a good boy, and… that thing where someone moves your chin to make you look at them. Turn offs…? Poor hygiene, bad manners… and humiliation.”

“It depends on my partner. I’d happily do either to please them. But, if it was a blind choice, with no partner that I know of, I prefer to bottom.”

“I can’t say I have much experience in practice with anything, but… I don’t know - in concept? Orgasm control, bondage, and… cockwarming, maybe? I don’t know. Like I said, I don’t have much experience.”

“It’s better than the wilderness outside. And people have been nice to me. I can’t say I have any complaints.”

“From... anything? Or from a set... book of designs you already have?” He’d never really thought about getting a tattoo before. What would he get if he had free rein? Probably a cross - or a verse. Maybe something for Benjamin’s memory. He let Azrael touch the cross around his neck, unflinching. If it had been anyone else, he wouldn’t have been so allowing. The necklace meant the world to him - it was all he had from his past life, now. He wasn’t willing to take it off, wasn’t willing to lose it. “Benjamin looked like me, for the most part, but with blue eyes and lighter hair. Nathan was gorgeous - he looked like an angel. Blond, blue eyes, a perfect smile. The others weren’t... my type, per se, but they weren’t bad looking, either.” He hoped for the same - that his time with Azrael was enough to make up for his lost time with Nathan. He gently trailed his fingertips over Azrael’s leg, thinking back. There were experiences that he wished he’d had, but it wasn’t like he had any control of that, now. He just couldn’t allow himself to live in regret, either. “Broccoli’s delicious,” he agreed with a nod. “It’s just about balance. I... can’t say I know what a werewolf’s diet is supposed to look like, but I know that, personally, I can’t eat just protein. That’d make me sick. As for the books - anything and everything. I’d be happy with anything that was put in front of me. I read a lot of classics, but also newer publications. Pre-war. I... don’t think I’ve read anything post-war, but I wasn’t exactly... in a situation where I could settle down and read.” He reached up to scratch his nose before looking back up at him, smiling gently. “I can’t wait to meet him.” He flushed slightly, nodding at the suggestion. “Yes, Sir...” leaning up, he kissed him back, nodding even more. “That sounds nice. I’m a little tired, but I’d like to stay awake talking to you.”