Caspian sat on the sofa with his legs tucked close, the panties he wore making things uncomfortably cramped, the garters digging deeper now that he was seated.
"I know what I signed up for," He said calmly.
He was well aware that each of Asher episodes was a wager with his life on the line, and he hadn't once thought about leaving.
"I would just like if you could find a door that can actually keep him in," Caspian said, the accusation in his voice loud.
Jael scratched his head again, "The next option is a fortified iron door, and I would rather he didn't break through the walls instead."
Caspian rolled his eyes in frustration at that, why did the Mafia King have to be so monstrously strong?
He was just making this harder on them than it needed to be.
"I don't like those options."
"You could leave," Jael tossed in the mix, knowing well that Caspian wouldn't.
