"Learn from it?" He laughs. "What am I? Thirteen and just learning how to push my cock into some hole? I don't think so." There's a bit of a swagger to his step, only broken by his wincing as it pulls on bruises.

By nightfall he'll be at that door. He grins. Oh yes, he will. She's just another hole to fill if he felt like it.

The walk drags on longer than he quite remembered and the lack of any kind of rest or painkillers catches up with him. He sets his jaw and tries to take the stairs up with as much grace as possible - possibly none - and a winning smile back at Cesare. It pulls tight around the corners of his eyes but he doesn't let up.

That he's uncomfortable with Cesare behind him, now, that too, shouldn't be a surprise.