"Hey. I get it, I'm not an idiot. I just don't want to bother you." Hartley wasn't sure what he really thought about this kind of job, his opinion on sex work was complicated enough and this even more so. But he was smiling a little, showing that he really wasn't that bothered. He did get the gist of this and, hell. Who knew. It wasn't as if he had any money. But it was best not to think about that just yet, he wanted to stay composed in front of Axel.

"According to your ID, you'd be eighteen, I'm not. Soliciting a minor. It doesn't even really matter, my father's lawyers can get anyone locked up. But it's fine now." Well. Fine as far as that was concerned. "My parents don't tolerate things they don't approve of. I'm supposed to be the perfect son. They gave me the option to go and get myself fixed with therapy or to pray the gay away, so I told them that I'd only get on my knees to suck your cock."

He probably shouldn't be talking about this so loudly in front of Axel's... colleagues, but whatever. Fuck it all at this point, honestly. "So I had to get out."