Felix stood with his scarred back straight and his head lifted, chin level, because Shannon did not seem to want him to be demure. He could only guess, from the sound of his lover's voice and his softly-breathed words, that he wanted Felix tall and beautiful and proud. That knowledge stirred something deeper than simple lust deep within him, and he longed to reach out for Shannon and feel him close against him.

Without bowing his head, Felix asked into the darkness, "Are you pleased, sir?"