" so would you like your books put in your Parlor or in your room?" angelo asked as he led him around to a door that had not been seen before, it was hidden in a dark corner and led out to the rest of the second floor. the dinning room was on the second floor because angelo had found it a bit to drafty on the first floor in the old dinning room for most of his guests.

Marissa thought this over a little as he followed him, "Parlor..." He said softly, "I'll just take them to my room if I want them there..."

"alright." the entered the dinning room where the table was set for two. it was a long table that ran the length of the room. two spots in the middle of the room were set for the two of them. a fire burned happily behind the seats. pulling out a chair Angelo waited for Marissa to sit before sitting himself.

Marissa sat down and smiled brightly as he did. He folded his arms in his lap awaiting further instructions.

sitting down he waited for hits butler to sever the frist dish.

"Master Angelo..." Marissa ventured shyly, "Your married yes?" He asked softly.

"no and I do not think that they well ever allow me to." taking a good sip of the soup that was set in front of him. "I have interests in people that other do not fit the churchs Idea."

Marissa nodded and the smile on his face became a little more real now that Angelo confirmed it himself.
Not that he didn't trust Alanna, it was just that some times servants talked, and weren't always right.

"Mh So Master Angelo has a taste in men then" He whispered softly.

"yes I have a taste of men." the soup was removed and changed to a bread dish. "most of what my older severnts say is true, I am guessing that Alanna told you. and what do you think of my interest."

Marissa picked up a fork and nodded, "Alanna told me.... but I wanted to hear it from you" He said quietly.
"And...I do not have anything against it...and I had some what figured that was the case anyway.."

"what was the case anyways?" angelo stopped and looked closely at Merissa.

"Madame hinted at it" He said softly, "That you came to her seeking lovers and so forth..." He said softly.

"I never went to see her for any thing but to save others like you." gently reaching out he touched Marissa's face. "I have been going there for a very long time, longer then that madam has been around. And it was always to save the others like you."

Marissa nodded and trembled a bit at his touch.
His eyes closed and he leaned into the hand a little, "But....they were lovers too...Alanna said you'd taken on many lovers as well."

"each one of them had been found or bought. I pick my lovers carefully, and some people feel that they should be the ones I choose. but not all of the ones that I buy are ones the I take as lovers." Angelo could feel his trembling. "it is your choice what happens with us, it will always be your choice."

Marissa turned a deep shade of red as he opened his eyes and gazed up at Angelo.
His mouth opened to speak, but he couldn't seem to find the words, he just couldn't bring himself to admit it.

removing his hand he turned back to the food. "I will not ask you to do anything now, do not worry about it."

But Marissa wanted him too, he really did. But he could never admit it aloud. He'd tried to hint at it earlier.
He just nodded now and went back to his food, looking a little upset.

as the dinner progressed Angelo watched Marissa from the corner of his eyes. he wanted to know why Marissa was acting the way he was, was he jealous of Angelo's past lovers?

Marissa ate quietly. He knew he was trying to make this move faster than it probably should. Part of him was telling him to hold back a little, that this was all probably too soon. After all, who wouldn't be infatuated with some one who had just saved them from such a life.

Marissa let out a little sigh and that was all that betrayed his emotions.

"Marissa, how old are you?" it had been something that he had been pondering for some time.

Marissa looked up for a moment and then down at his plate, "I'll be eighteen in a couple of months..." He said softly.
His eyes darted back up to Angelo.

"ah 18 is a good age, as is 17." finishing up his last bit of his meal he looked at Marissa. "would it both you if one of my old lovers came over here?"

Marissa looked down at the table, "What the master does is his business I suppose.." He said softly. His face was full of worry though.

reaching out he lifted Marissa head gently. "No I want what you feel not what you think I want to hear."