Erorn continued practicing until he got tired a few hours later. He poured himself a drink. He wasn't drinking to forget, he wanted to celebrate. He was still giddy by the idea of Marcus becoming putty in his hands. "Soon I will be yours again, Babe." he whispered. He wasn't even sure that Marcus would fall for this stuff, after all he had been trained as well. Erorn was pretty sure that was part of the reason James was doing all this. Some sort of painful history. He took a book and began to read until he passed out.