A chuckle slipped from his lips, his hands coming up to shield himself from the splash. They weren't there in time, but that was fine. It was only water and a nice lightheartedness that seemed to tug at his chest and warm him through.

"A bath like this?" He asked, his fingers running along the porcelain side. "No."

Keelan's sentiment wasn't as black and white as Fae's, though. There were times where clients were gentle with him, wanting only his company and not the warmth of a willing hole. They were few and far between, and often it lead him to wonder if that was his master's scheduling to be nice to him, or they just paid coin for the sake of being in the room with someone easy on the eyes.

His toes spread easily for the other man to clean, any ticklishness teased out of him long ago. It was nice being bathed like this. Being taken care of, rather than having to do the work. He wondered if Fae would ever realize how grateful he was for the entire night and whatever would come in the future.

But then Fae is asking him how he came into Zeke's service, and he looks rather defeated. "Before, I had been a free man. My means weren't much, but even so I had a gambling problem. Zeke bought my debt and locked me away, forcing me to pay him back by servicing clients."

One day he may tell the whole story, but for now that one sufficed.