Maor seemingly noticed that his comment bothered Carl one way or another. What he did know was that Carl did not physically lash out at him, for now. In all honesty, what was Carl expecting him to be? Practically submissive and quiet around him? Maor would not press much of his luck, but he would still try to gain some fragments of his former self.
“It’s hard for someone like me to take anything you say with seriousness when knowing you gave me a choice to either willingly give you children or lash out at me, do it anyways and lock me away like some animal until I become obedient...” he sighed, looking at the chair. This used to be so easy, but Maor was having trouble trying to ease down. He spaced his legs out a bit and lowered most of his body. Thank goodness the chair didn’t have wheels. He found himself holding on to his large belly as Carl explained why he thought the way he did and did things the way he wanted. “So is that why you also don’t have things like televisions and the likes? To keep this addiction from spurring?”
Maor knew they had electricity surging in a few places after all. How was Maor to feel about all of this though? He was straight, raised religious. Thanks to Carl, several of those things seemingly went down the drain.
“You have quite the large mansion for that then. It’s probably good they’ll be safe here. Three-thousand years though, that sounds...rough...how do you and Adam keep up appearances with this business?”
As Maor pointed out before, Carl looks youthful, but at the same time, he wasn’t. It was like an adult trapped in a late teen’s body. Carl carried himself off as an adult, but Maor could tell where some of his other violent impulsive tendencies came from.
“Are there any other side effects,” Maor continued. “Other than a delay in aging that Adam said can be weened off, that I should be concerned about if you’re expressing such addictive habits?”
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Adam could tell that Ethan was intrigued by what was seen. To what specifics, he did not know, but for the most part, it was enough to keep the male interested. Adam accepted the male’s hand with his, the vampire enjoying the warming touch Ethan gave compared to his pale and cold touch. He supported his pregnant mate’s frame as he eased him down the steps and out on the grass.
“I suppose it’s a good thing you aren’t wearing shoes,” Adam pointed out. “It helps give the serene presence of nature.”
What would Adam wish to share with Ethan? Maybe he shouldn’t speak for once. As he walked out further down the path, he motioned towards a spot in the grass that bore no flowers, Adam having designed it that way.
“I’ll help you down,” he explained. “It allows you to smell the aromas from this spot and for once, I wish to know some things about you. That is something I owe you for once as well as I probably should explain why I chose such harsh methods in return.”
“It’s hard for someone like me to take anything you say with seriousness when knowing you gave me a choice to either willingly give you children or lash out at me, do it anyways and lock me away like some animal until I become obedient...” he sighed, looking at the chair. This used to be so easy, but Maor was having trouble trying to ease down. He spaced his legs out a bit and lowered most of his body. Thank goodness the chair didn’t have wheels. He found himself holding on to his large belly as Carl explained why he thought the way he did and did things the way he wanted. “So is that why you also don’t have things like televisions and the likes? To keep this addiction from spurring?”
Maor knew they had electricity surging in a few places after all. How was Maor to feel about all of this though? He was straight, raised religious. Thanks to Carl, several of those things seemingly went down the drain.
“You have quite the large mansion for that then. It’s probably good they’ll be safe here. Three-thousand years though, that sounds...rough...how do you and Adam keep up appearances with this business?”
As Maor pointed out before, Carl looks youthful, but at the same time, he wasn’t. It was like an adult trapped in a late teen’s body. Carl carried himself off as an adult, but Maor could tell where some of his other violent impulsive tendencies came from.
“Are there any other side effects,” Maor continued. “Other than a delay in aging that Adam said can be weened off, that I should be concerned about if you’re expressing such addictive habits?”
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Adam could tell that Ethan was intrigued by what was seen. To what specifics, he did not know, but for the most part, it was enough to keep the male interested. Adam accepted the male’s hand with his, the vampire enjoying the warming touch Ethan gave compared to his pale and cold touch. He supported his pregnant mate’s frame as he eased him down the steps and out on the grass.
“I suppose it’s a good thing you aren’t wearing shoes,” Adam pointed out. “It helps give the serene presence of nature.”
What would Adam wish to share with Ethan? Maybe he shouldn’t speak for once. As he walked out further down the path, he motioned towards a spot in the grass that bore no flowers, Adam having designed it that way.
“I’ll help you down,” he explained. “It allows you to smell the aromas from this spot and for once, I wish to know some things about you. That is something I owe you for once as well as I probably should explain why I chose such harsh methods in return.”