She behaved as she should, nerves alive under his touches. No resistance, no petulance. Good. She was this category of girl, then, just like he needed her to be. He might have had to reprimand her right then and there, if she'd acted up. This made him confident in that she'd be pleasant company. She smelled better when she was frightened. She was learning her own inclinations, and he would allow it to be him. He was here to teach her, after all. She let herself be tested by his eyes and his fingertips. Some of her mother's compliance, then.<br/><br/>She didn't even shy away with his touch to her throat, and only seemed complimented when he liked the necklace. Her eyelids faltered under his examining contact. Poor girl, falling into his possession. The parents wouldn't object when she looked to them for confirmation. His smile was soft, closed-lipped, head to the side as though saying 'of course' when he actually said "I guess. I suppose." in response to her approval. There was a touch of sarcasm there - any other outcome would have been impossible. He didn't mind if she thought she had a choice, still.<br/><br/>With the wrap provided, he opened the car door for her. It was a large machine, the deepest green coat before it would have been black, polished. He sat beside her and made no secret of inspecting her again, her seated form. Their legs were touching, and he made no sign to let her think she should make it not so. "I like you." he said, and while his voice was level, it was clear by this entire situation and his air that she should be flattered by that. She'd already shown an aptitude to doing well in ownership, and he was reassuring that albeit unusual impulse with his confidence that yes, he did own her. For a young woman like her, it should be either claustrophobic, or - more likely, given how she'd literally stood on her toes for his approval - a longed for structure to her useless and false freedom.<br/><br/>"How was your day?" he posed as he leaned closer. Elegant words off his exclusive lips, but they seemed hollow. A nicety. Empty small talk, that didn't really need a meaningful answer. He'd let her share on the subject, though, while he continued to inspect her. She would notice a change in temperature when he went from taking in her current physical form to guessing on what was underneath that dress. He even hooked a finger in the hem, and pulled the fabric a little further up, as though correcting it to show more of her. Whatever she said would stick in his mind, but he wouldn't consider it relevant unless there was something incredibly interesting in her offerings.<br/><br/>They stopped at a place with polished brass and neat carpets. It was brimming already, but when he took her hand to lead her away from the car nobody stood in their way. There were two waitresses making sure the crowd divided for them. A table on a scene, deeper into the restaurant, with a large window that offered their city up for viewing pleasure. "Order anything you want, drink anything you want." he said as she was handed a well pressed menu. Everything seemed ready for her now. It would seem the decision on her food was an unusual luxury that he wouldn't always offer.<br/><br/>"So, after this you're following me on an errand and then we're going to a hotel room. Would you like something sent there?" he asked, meeting her eyes while ignoring the two glasses being poured by as many serves on his side. Cognac and vodka. There was very little room for her to object to any of it, but he wouldn't mind if some haughtiness surfaced. There were ways to deal with that in a new pet, too.<br/><br/>Giana would notice that while this bright place was busy, their table was left alone, away from the motions and stress in the rest of the room. The light had even been dimmed around them. And the lowered eyes of the staff that waited on the pair were lower downcast than their job required. It seemed a fitting setting for the wolf-like man, as he assumed all this excessive service as though he was owed.