Ellis' hand draws down the knobby arch of Thot's spine as her toes flex against his chin.

"Alright."

In some ways, this was already a foregone conclusion. Ellis considered Richard a friend. If he hadn't, Ellis might have granted his request already. It's still a hard thing to consign someone to, but Ellis knows it comes easier with near strangers.

You never answered my question goes unspoken. Maybe Richard stalling at consider rather than yes, of course I would cut your throat is it's own kind of answer. Or drawing that conclusion is a presumption.

"Thank you."

In recognition of having been given this piece of information apropos of nothing. A measure of unearned trust.