"The only thing people know about a person is what you allow them to see. There is a certain power, in being unknown. You are free to be..." His dark eyes roved over the form stretched on the bed before him, flushed, struggling to speak, and his smile grew a small measure.

"Unpredictable."

He smoothed along the side of the bed, watching Saralegui, not bothering to obfuscate his hunger, raw and wanting. His hand was cool, and it slipped between the fall of Saralegui's beautiful hair, and the warm back of his neck. Flexed, the pad of his thumb stroking along the edge of Sara's jaw.

"How nice I am will depend on you," he murmured, setting one knee onto the bed so that he could lean closer. It didn't so much as creak under his careful weight. He set his other hand on Sara's hip, helping turn the young man a little so that he could lean, lips brushing along his brow.

"How good you are."

His fingertips smoothed from Sara's hips towards his belt. Gave its excess length a deft jerk to work the tongue of the buckle loose. He watched Sara's face, held his eyes, while his skilled hands with just a small little push worked the belt loose, its undone ends dangling down near the tops of Sara's thighs.

His dark eyes blazed in the high-cheeked planes of his face. And he leaned to whisper in Sara's ear, breath barely stirring his fine hair,

"So don't be too good."