"Yes, I have always thought the portrayal of prostitution as a business with only victims to be somewhat lacking," leaning into the kiss, wrapping his hands around him. He can feel the knot going down now, soon to slip free. Perhaps then he can help Hamilton gather his nesting material, and leave him, or stay, should he wish it.

"I certainly would not have encountered you, if I was not such a purveyor of such establishments." The other question, the one which has been niggling at him, stuck in the back of his mind. "Should you like to keep whoring, then? Some find other arrangments very appealing--" and he has been known to take on young men. Mentor them. Though perhaps this would be a mentorship of a different kind. Reluctant to bring it up, now, after Hamilton's earlier reluctance, dodging of questions. Yet he doesn't want to leave him here. Benedicta is a good madame, and yet the business can be rough, and not lend to a long and fulfilling life. Not for one like Hamilton.