"Perhaps," Asher replies non-commitally, smiling gently. "It is in best interest to have my pomme fit and well, after all." He brushes the backs of his fingers down Nathaniel's cheek, letting him know it was not meant unkindly.

"Do you wish to forget, tonight, mon chat?" He asks, wondering whether Nathaniel wants him to be gentle, wants to be made love to, or whether he wants dominated.