[ She is being surprisingly (refreshingly) forward with him. His eyes narrow slightly, lips curved back in a predatory smile as he listens and she draws his hand up to her chest. There's so much to unpack here - so much to consider. But there's also an attractive woman pressed close against him, practically inviting him to go for the kill. Who is he to say no to that?

There should be a gaping wound underneath his hand and yet he can feel her heart beating, as strong as ever. What a mysterious, wonderful thing this is. He likes his new master. ]

You could command me to do a lot of different things.

[ He laughs with her, a bit stronger, a touch harsher. ]

I don't think you're going to do that, though.

[ His hand shifts, slides, until it cups her breast and he rolls it against his palm with clear, obvious intent. ]

You like this a little too much, don't you?