Hushed Willows east of the sun

Perhaps it was mean, but Ale was an actor at heart, and this was a fun game. But it was normal for the boy to be so interested - Alejandro was a professional harlot, after all, so he was not unaccustomed to this kind of attention. 

I would just have to dream about you, I suppose.

He'd heard stuff like this before, from men and women who had wanted to keep him around for longer than he'd wanted to stay. It was usually crooned in sensual intonation, right into his ear, and it had been so easy to resist because the only feeling behind it was lust. Perhaps a few had developed emotions toward him, but none had ever sounded so genuine as this boy.

It had to be naivety. Inexperience. This poor kid, Alejandro tried to think, but all he could focus on was how his chest tightened a bit at the statement he'd offered out. 

"Such a romantic, aren't you, amour?" he questioned, clearing his throat and tilting his head to the side with a small smile. "Why would you think I put a spell on you?" He had to know. It wouldn't be fair of him to keep fooling this kid.