[McCoy didn't try to catch the man's chin again but he felt sick for a moment before he forced the emotions aside. He'd learned the hard way that the city didn't give a damn how much a LIER might be opposed to things like slavery, that was essentially what they all lived in, Subs more than Doms, but still. Hearing Linneus say he was owned back home was just . . .

He stopped the massage but tightened his hand on the man's wrist, making it a firm hold on Linneus. Finding the words took a while.]


Do ya wanna be owned Linneus? I mean, here ya not someone's property, but if ya'd be happier with a ma-master, I'd be willin ta help ya find a Sub who could fill that need. In private at least. If ya wanted that.


[He almost choked on the word "master" but got it out. None of his issues were with Linneus and he was doing his best not to show anything he was feeling. The man needed support and he'd do whatever Linneus wanted.]