He didn't need to ask, he could tell. he could see it in her eyes. feel it in her hands and the way she spoke with both hope and a twinge of sadness. She was getting paid a pretty penny for her time with him to, at least the owner was.

"Thank you." He spoke quietly, moving just a inch or so closer. His hand squeezing hers. "Yes, I know I am lucky in this... and its something I hope to be able to do for others." he admitted, leaning in for another kiss. Another taste. She handed him something sweet, and like a spoiled child he wanted another taste. Even if the adult in him knew he shouldn't get addicted.