"Hands off," Elvis snapped as he glared at Eden. Eden squeezed his balls as he pulled his hands off.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Eden smiled. "Helping you change."
"Do what you're asked to do. Don't overdo it," Elvis ordered.
Now Eden smiled broadly. That was the real Elvis he knew. The one who always panicked at such moments.
"Sure." Eden's hands were away from his boxers now, and he turned. "It seems you can help yourself change, so I don't think I'm needed here."
Elvis watched him as he headed for the door. "I have more important things to do, so I can't play your little games with you anymore. Call me when you're serious."
He winked at him as he left through the door.
Elvis stood there, watching him leave. He didn't waste time but dressed himself up immediately.
As soon as he was done, Mr. George walked into his chamber.
"What was that?" Mr. George questioned. "What were you doing with him and..."
