He was of course happy she'd settled into her role as a mostly-mute. She wasn't an unreasonable captive. In fact, she was going along very well. He understood her, somehow, when she went for the supplies she needed, and only waved his hand with an allowing motion. He was more interested in the portfolio. When she discovered what he had, she was very upset. Even then she didn't remove the tape. It said a lot about Allison.<br/><br/>He would have said something about that if his attention wasn't entirely on her displayed body. His eyebrows raised and he looked at her over the edge of a glossy print. "Oh, these are pretty good." he said and flipped through a few more. He would have wanted some of them to be a little ruder, but it seemed she wasn't hired for that kind of job, despite the pretty titties barely held back.<br/><br/>He placed the bundle of photos down and looked her over, as though he was surprised by her small tantrum. "Well?" he asked, rolling his heel to bring her attention to the leg that had been shot. In a way, it could be blamed for putting her in this situation to begin. Not that helping it would give her any reprieve from this visit. He reached down to tap his knee with a finger, since he wasn't about to poke on the actual wound. "On your knees, Allison." While his voice was even, it did not have the guise of a suggestion.<br/><br/>When she got to work, both of them would discover it was a rather suggestive position, her on the floor, low, and him sitting comfortably in his underwear and a t-shirt. He'd flip through her artwork to entertain himself since, well, he wanted to. Her anger had only painted the stiff papers as more valuable. Not that he would have ignored them if she hadn't been upset. He held up an image of a reasonable bikini and waved it at her. "This looks like something you could own." the question was implied, but not as heavily as her finding a good substitute to put on if she didn't. It was obvious he liked the way it made her breasts bulge a little.<br/><br/>He was quiet, mostly, but something between having utter control over her, despite her free limbs, and the suggestions of even refreshing, almost nude pictures, made his underwear tighter. At the level she sat on, Allison would become aware almost as soon as he did. Maybe it was fair, since she was taking care of him at the same time. The implications of his length and girth were vulgar through the fabric. "You know, if you cook too." in addition to having your mouth taped up and giving me medical care. "You might be the perfect woman." He wasn't the misogynist she thought - he was probably a worse kind, or simply a malicious to everyone - but he didn't mind playing the role to make her feel unsafe and frustrated.