If their positions were reversed, he wouldn't be here at all. He'd find his pleasures elsewhere, with someone that didn't require pay to be willing. It would be easy enough; enough people did compliment his looks, every single night, that he had no doubt about that. This situation could never satisfy him, knowing his partner didn't really want him. Feeling wanted was the best part. There was nothing he enjoyed so much that he'd trade that feeling for it, nothing that he couldn't find a chance to try with some regular fling or lover.

His frown deepened just slightly. This man had been asking him for honesty, but he couldn't give it. Honesty like that was just begging for a complaint to the owner.

"Not boots, surely," he said, evasive, adopting a hint of a smirk and lifting his leg slightly to better accomodate the touches. He tried to focus instead on the feeling of the firm grip around frequently-abused muscles, achingly pleasant. "And probably not playing the footservant and treating my host for the evening to a massage. But I won't judge how you spend your money."