[He might have stopped. He's not terribly invested in taking it further, and he doesn't have enough experience in this field to jump right to it. But Tristan's arguing with him again, and that's enough to spur him on. He won't stop until his position is entirely secured, and for now that means pressing his knee firmly against Tristan's groin and sliding his hand up under his shirt.]
I told you, I'm your Master first. I don't care about something as worthless as a "brotherly relationship". Our shared blood is only the proof that you're worthy to be mine.
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There's those poor listening skills again.
[He might have stopped. He's not terribly invested in taking it further, and he doesn't have enough experience in this field to jump right to it. But Tristan's arguing with him again, and that's enough to spur him on. He won't stop until his position is entirely secured, and for now that means pressing his knee firmly against Tristan's groin and sliding his hand up under his shirt.]
I told you, I'm your Master first. I don't care about something as worthless as a "brotherly relationship". Our shared blood is only the proof that you're worthy to be mine.