Accept.

Getting offered to be someone’s personal **** wasn’t immediately what Dago expected. He hadn’t assumed that his opinion mattered in such a subject, but in his mind, it was better to face the demon you knew than the one you didn’t.

“Fine,” he said, still unsure of what he got himself into, “But why?”

“I’ve been waiting for something unique to crop up, now it has,” Mephistopheles said simply while waving the guards away.

The man circled Dago a few times before saying anything more. He stayed obediently still for now, letting his eyes follow Mephistopheles around him. Dago knew he wasn’t in perfect shape, but he knew the extent of how attractive he was, though Mephistopheles said nothing. He did his best to look relaxed while completely exposed, but he was a little afraid of what to expect. He wasn’t sure if this man would be stronger than he was or if Dago would find a way out of here because he agreed to be Mephistopheles’ ****.

“Follow me,” he finally said, motioning for Dago to follow him.

Dago hesitated, but followed him out of the room and into the hallway. They walked for a long time, over stone and carpet, past a lot of people. Dago didn’t make an attempt to cover himself, he wasn’t sure if that would get him punished immediately. He didn’t care about being naked so much anyway.

Mephistopheles opened up a door finally and ushered Dago inside, “I’ll return,” he said, turning on his heel and locking Dago inside the room.