[When Lawrence Dimick gets that way Freddy Newendyke can't help but grow a stiff one himself. He licks his lip too but tries to hide the gesture...not too well though in case Larry wants to pick up on how turned on he is by having those paws get rough on him. In a weapons cache. ...With toys. Somehow he just manages to block those happy faces from his peripheral vision. Thank God if White does bend him over the crate then he won't have to see them.]

So you're tellin' me I gotta pay for the privilege? You look like a smart guy, someone who knows how to negotiate, cause you don't want this blood on your fuckin' hands.

[Some other form of DNA will do. The kid shakes his head, seeming unfazed by the grab on his collar. Both hands are up to 'push' on Larry's chest though. More like feel it up.]