[ It's the latter -- or the equivalent -- that Ash had wondered about. It wasn't even necessarily as accusatory as he makes it sound so much as something that seemed to form in his mind: this guy was used to blood. Experienced. Maybe not a murderer, but someone who has seen death. Few understand without having a reason to, without having some kind of event which makes them see that the world is full of shades, not blacks and whites.

Ash sees the line of her stare and looks unimpressed as he orders his coffee black. Too bad they don't add alcohol to it. He'd be willing to try after this day. ]

Did I say you were bad in bed? How rude of me.

[ His voice is light and flippant again. He won't lay down his cards. The walls aren't meant to hide the fact he's a murderer - no, he confesses to that far too easily. It's to hide a deeper shame, a shame of a kid who couldn't defend himself who became an adult but nothing changed. He allowed the prison to happen for his own reasons but then Dino and Foxx reminded him how powerless he could be. That's not something he can be so open about. ]

Then how lucky for your Submissives. [ Ash hates the word so much that it leaves a sour taste on his tongue. ] Having a Dominant bad in bed would be like being forced to a eat food that isn't even cooked well.