Ganymede just shook his head, shifting in Ashley's hold and wanting to get down. "I'm just... I'm fucking angry that I let him do it," he managed, wanting to take a swing at something, anything. He was just angry that he'd let himself not see it, and had tried to defend Armarus to the man holding him now. He fisted his hands, squeezing tight and picking up a decorative glass candle dish, something moderately heavy, and handy, that he could throw. That it was shaped like a sunflower, his ex's favorite flower to give him, just helped him not care about it shattering.

"I've done pornography before. And hell I've been a prostitute before. But nobody's ever called me that and wanted to make it as dirty as he did. And...I believed him. I'm such an idiot."