Danny Boyle and James McAvoy in “Trance” Japan interview photo
HOW IS HE SO PRETTY. HOW. I CAN’T TAKE THESE PICTURES. LOOK AT HIS FACE! COLLARBONE! ARMS! THE RIGHT HAND PICTURE ON THE SECOND TO LAST ROW WITH THE SPREAD ARMS AND LEGS IN THE COUCH! GOD.
"This one," Erik says, tapping the catalogue. "I want him."
"Of course, Mr. Lehnsherr, but— that’s Mr. Doyle’s apprentice, he’s not even licensed to do full-time domination yet. Really, this was just a spread showing Mr. Doyle’s abilities as a trainer…"
"No," Erik said sternly, "I want the apprentice, then. And if he can’t do full-time, then perhaps we can come to terms on part-time."
"Part-time?" Alex repeated. "You want a part-time dominant?"
Erik looked at Alex in such a way as to insinuate the rolling of eyes, but did not actually need to roll them. The look was plenty.
"I want this man,” Erik said. “What’s his name?”
"Give him my phone number and let him know I’m interested," Erik said. "Today."