Xzavier was surprised at his own self. He was getting pretty darn good at this game of smoke and mirrors. He knew he couldn't very well just walk up to the governor and mention Princy Castle- that would have made Quaid put a bullet in Xzavier's head with the same weapon Xzavier had given him. Xzavier knew he had to coy, sly, and slick about this. It was the language Quaid understood very much.
Quaid was undoubtedly excited! Not only was Xzavier a hot-blooded male, he was also part of the elite species of males who had a taste for the much darker side of sexual intercourse. Having to share whores was an ordinary man's dream. But to own a sex slave in body and in soul- that was the stuff of powerful men, it was the nectar of the gods. And Xzavier was on that track!
Though the governor didn't show it outwardly, he was elated! This was one more chance to have a greater hold on Xzavier! Calmly, he replied Xzavier;
