"Yes, but I can't undo those," he points out with a low chuckle. "All I can tell you is how I feel, act as I choose to act, and let you figure the rest out on your own."

His touch drifts up along the back of Bull's neck, light under the curve of his skull.

"And if that's the case, we may be able to work out something of an arrangement for the two of you. I have means at my disposal which others certainly don't which would allow for freedom and autonomy while still allowing for my services."