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“Ah, we’re back that again, huh?” Now, Percy had no illusions of how this place worked, the welcoming package – if that’s how they liked to refer to it – left no room for doubts, but life was made of loopholes. He just had to find the right one. “I guess that’s going to be a problem. You guys should really add that to the brochure, by the way – good boys only.” His steps were casual as he followed, but his eyes were taking in the whole way. He hadn’t been able to see more than his cell and the yard, and wasn’t even sure what else there was in the Cavae. “Strip Club?” He repeated as if considering the option. Yeah, he could just imagine the kind of sleazy people frequented the place. “Not a bad idea, honestly. I’ve got the moves, I’d have everyone making it rain whenever I went up. Are you saying you don’t enjoy my conversation skills? I thought you just said it was charming,” he smirked. There was a faint feeling that the other was laughing at him rather than with him, then again, Percy had never been above making himself the punchline, years of self-depreciating jokes making it natural. “Less than a week and I already have a gold star, you’re ruining my not good boy imagine here,” he complained in jester. “Cain. It suits you. Wait, is that what you’ve been calling me in your head?” He asked, this time chuckling. “I’m Percy, but if you’re so attached to that you can keep using it.”
“Boys, girls, they don’t discriminate.” Corrected with a laugh. “Boys are just my personal preference, vaginas weird me out.” Feigned shiver, cringe at the thought of it. Sure, he’d been around for far too many years to not had at least tried his hand at the opposite sex but - as it turned out, he wasn’t a fan. Thank God. The excitement at the prospect of the strip club of course humored him more than it should. “There would be those tempted to make it hail after all that attitude.” Warned, entertaining no one other than himself with the visual of Percy being pelted with spare change for being such a brat. “My brand of charming is often not shared with the masses, go fucking figure.” He wasn’t exactly the most popular person, all things considered. This however clearly didn’t bother him, the lack of social interaction made the town more tolerable sometimes. He was at his core a solitary creature, outside of the one that shared his blood, she was his only constant. He wasn’t laughing at the slave though, there was nothing condescending about the actions, nothing above a jest. “Trust me, your not good boy image is at serious risk here. You may want to reconsider the offer.” An adamant nod of head, laughing at the given nickname. “It is, but Percy suits just fine as well. Perhaps I’ll alternate.”


















