So. Mike was still aware that there was a divide. That he hadn't always been so eager. With work, he could blur that line. Make the man doubt his own memory. That was the game now. When he'd started this, he just wanted to have a little fun. Make a rival's customer cry. Break him down until there was nothing left. But then things started to change when Mike was harder to break than a junkie aught to be. When he proved himself malleable. Now it was a test for how far Liam could push that. What were the limits of this very special plaything?

"Oh, don't be so sure of that. You'd just...not been aware of it then." His fingers continued to stroke. Firm and steady. As if he'd forgotten the intent here and just wanted Mike to get off quickly. "It's not an easy thing to accept about yourself, now is it?"