Damion could see the struggle in his eyes, his voice, and the tense set of his body. "Good boy. You must earn the right to call me Master Damion, but for today, Sir will do." Damion stepped closer and stood on either of Pookies legs. The touch of his fur on his legs was quickly becoming a new addiction.  "If you want to touch me, right now, ask nicely.  Be very specific."