Fox's Glade so fresh so clean

Hire him? Those weren't words he heard often. Actually, he never heard them at all. When one imagined a daring adventurer or some kind of cunning linguist warrior, the big and the brawny types came to mind. Vihaan was neither of those things. He wasn't small, but usually when given the pick of the litter, he'd be the last in line. So when this guy expressed interest in using him (for good or bad or whatever) Vihaan's face broke out in to the biggest and stupidest grin.

Then, composing himself, he started to play hard to get.

Well, I do have a lot of spare time right now... But then there's the matter of payment! There was something wrong with the way he said that word. Something almost lewd about it. The boy dragged his tongue across his upper teeth and beamed suggestively at Sriracha, almost like he was staring down the plump rabbit that had escaped. If you hire me, I ain't your bitch. But I'll do what I'm told — mostly. What do I get out of it? Aside from, oh, a kiss? He leered and leaned in close, having entirely forgotten the ruinous state of his fur and the drying snot embedded in plain sight.