This is literal torture. Does James find joy in this? Does he find joy in tormenting him? "Fine," he decided. And picked up the damn child again, carrying him back to the kitchen, taking great care to not get any od James' grime on himself. In the kitchen there was a washbasin on a pedestal, full of water. Anthony felt fleeting joy at the idea of James not being a grimy, dirty little child for at least a short while. "now go wash your hands and face."

He certainly did find satisfaction in being able to order a grown up around. James hopped over to the basin and washed his face and hands. "Done! Can I have more chocolate now?"

Anthony suddenly felt a lot safer as soon as the threat of also getting dirty was mostly eliminated. He placed his hands on his hips, looking down at James, thinking. "You may," he decided. "as long as you don't make a mess again."

"I promise. Will you carry me back." He might actually be able to put some weight on that ankle by now. But he liked the idea of having a servant.

Alas, it seems that Anthony is now doomed to forever be an indentured servant for this nine year old. "Alright, I trust you," somehow he has the feeling that he's going to regret said trust. Yet again, Anthony picked up the kid again and carried him back to the bedroom, letting him sit on the bed. This is the most he has ever had to carry anyone, but at least he's becoming....somewhat proficient in the act of carrying James.

James began to eat again, his hands and face soon covered with chocolate again.

Anthony could feel himself going insane at this point. "James."

James looked up. "Yes?" he said with full mouth.

"You promised to not make a mess again," Anthony frowned. Must he always be betrayed by those he trusts?

James looked down at his hands. "Oh..." What was it he did when he was in trouble? Blame someone else! Blame someone else! Blame the chocolate. "But the chocolate melts in me hands!"