"That's good." Ethan replied. He lay back on the bed. "Oh, christ..."

The boy was quiet for a while, before he decided to strike up a conversation.
"Why do this? There has to be other ways to make money..." he said softly.

"Not really. Not for me, anyway." Ethan replied.

"I'm sure there is." he said, crawling over to him, and looking at him.
"My dad could use somebody so big and strong, for instance."

"Are you flirting with me?" Ethan chuckled.

"...Maybe?" he admitted with a blush.

"Wow... Well... thanks, I guess."

"You are very handsome. If you hadn't kidnapped me, we'd probably be on a date right now." he said softly, reaching to hold the man's hand.

"Thanks. So... You wouldn't mind if I took my shirt off?"

"Not at all..." he said, blushing cutely.
"Well... One condition. I want to hug you, and be friends. You seem like a nice enough guy on the inside."