[Everett doesn't move to match Hector's speed, and Hector sighs. His mentor, always trying to teach him. He eases his motions, but he keeps the angle, giving himself agonizingly slow stimulation.]

No...you treasure your freedom....

[Everett isn't like Hector, who would entrust himself to a master. Hector wouldn't mind belonging to the right person.]

But you can have me...be with me...when the moon is full...or new....I'll be here...

[Because yes, he'll be taking that study, thanks, and he'll be at Everett's call, drugs or no, moon or no.]