" Sebastien,” the Englishman purred, hurt or feigning. “What would I have done? He wears your ring, my love.”

“I don’t trust you.” David’s nails scratched Sebastien’s neck, tracing the spine from skull to shoulders. Sebastien shivered.

“Don’t trust me,” David answered. “I need your goodwill. Use me. "

― Elizabeth Bear , New Amsterdam (New Amsterdam, #1)