[ Ryo sighs internally when Belial calls him Master, a faint, almost imperceptible crease forming between his eyebrows. He considers correcting him right away, to tell him to use his name, but after turning it over in his head for a couple of seconds he decides that he can tolerate it. It's not a crass or cutesy version of his name, and it does reinforce the dynamic established between them; it shows who is in charge here and if it helps him keep up the appearance that he's started conforming to society's rules, he supposes he'll let it slide. ]

Just so we're clear, there will be no sexual activity between us. I have better things to do with my time. [ Like poring over thick books, staying up all night experimenting with complex formulas in the laboratory, or taking a crack at hacking into the city's security systems. Sex might elicit a sweet rush of dopamine and other chemicals, but so does eating chocolate, and he'd sooner choose the activity that doesn't result in having to clean up bodily fluids and tossing sheets in the washing machine.

Straightening his posture, he folds his hands in his lap, thumb idly stroking along the curvature of his wrist. The crease between his brows is still there, but otherwise his expression remains neutral as he regards Belial, looking at him like he's a puzzle that needs to be solved. ]

Sign your name below mine so we can leave.