Eduardo understood what Marcello was talking about after his demonstration. He was aware that Marcello could fuck anything that breathed except animals and oldies. He doesn't have preference when it comes to people but once he sets his eyes on his prey, he won't let go of that person until he gets what he wants.
Eduardo has been marked already by him.
"I'd rather not have sex with you," he said, firmly.
"You don't have a choice, babe. I told you already..." Marcello shrugged nonchalantly and walked over to his desk with his shoulders high. He took out a file and waved it above his head.
Eduardo's eyes widened, wondering if it was 'that'.
'Are those my slave papers?'
He was curious.
"These are your slave papers," Marcello answered as if he heard his thoughts. Eduardo finally took a step forward, leaving the spot he had been standing.
