[He gasps, because of the bites but mostly because of that question. He feels some weird mixture of sadness and the humiliation, because the Director has never had the decency to even remember his name, much less the decency to fuck him. The stupid, stupid trainwreck of a man would get angry if Price saw him asleep while overworking himself and laid a blanket on him, would slap his hand away whenever he tried to initiate the mildest physical contact. All the attempts at comforting him? Rejected, so many games Price had in mind for him completely destined to be just a fantasy. What an ungrateful piece of shit, to think that this collaboration was supposed to be the best part of life and then got him in prison...He can't tell if he's horny or just hot from wanting to kill that bastard.]

Oh...

[That kind of ruined the mood. He angrily grabs AM's head with his free hand and pulls him by his hair. He wants to lie, spew a lie that sounds way truer than the truth. He earned it.]

Mmm...Who? [He flashes a fake smirk] That pathetic old man? [His voice gets silkier as he mocks him] We made out once. I was straddling him, and he held my hips tight. I would moan 'yes sir, yes sir', hoped he was going to wreck me, but do you want the truth? I couldn't feel his tiny cock under me at all, and I only realized we were done when he came in his pants and moaned his dead wife's name. [He holds back a laugh] It was so ugly.

[If anything it's a perfectly accurate metaphor, that's for sure. He gets his face closer to AM's, purring in his ear.]

I need a real man that doesn't make me have to do everything myself for once, one who will actually show me who's boss. Can you do that?