That flinch and whimper were exactly what Liam wanted out of Mike. After everything, the junkie was still capable of such a response. Part of him hadn't yet given fully over to the treatment. In a way, it reminded him of his brother. So trusting, so eager, and yet still so very afraid. Never quite letting go of the fear. No one had given him quite so much since he and his brother parted ways. And with Mike, he could do so much more. His head tilted to the side as the junkie worked through everything, anger fading to mere impatience, masking his delight. Oh how he wanted an excuse to do so much more to the man.

"Good." One sharp word was all he said as he started to slide back off of Mike and off of the bed. He let go of the man's face, fingers trailing roughly down his canvas covered chest and arms.

"You will respond only with 'yes sir' and 'no sir' to any question I ask you. And you will pick up your counts where you left off." As his hand neared the end of the coat, he slowed, fingers teasing down over the very narrow expanse of exposed skin. "If you say a single--" His fingers wrapped suddenly and aggressively around Mike's shaft. "--word outside of this..." He started to stroke, firm and steady. "...you will lose your final chance. Do I make myself clear?"