Aaron leaned against the bars of his cell and yawned slightly. He'd just been sentenced to death and yet he didn't seem to mind. He was going to die tomorrow, but all was well with him. A smirk appeared on his face as he caught sight of you.

You asked him what he wanted to eat. He looked you up and down, not bothering to hide his interest. He wanted you.

"I want you," His words were honest, but there was no hostility or aggression behind them.