Oscar was aware of the effect this ordeal had on her. But she deserved it, didn't she? It was either this, or never forgive her at all. She'd already said she would do anything, and this, she would come to learn, was not anything. In the end, her fretting and quiet motions, the sounds she didn't make and the ones that escaped her despite herself, were part of his reward. He licked his lips in the dark, and thought about visiting her again, where she'd dressed and curled up, to the side. She'd be even more pliable now, little Elsie, who thought earlier that husbands were for favors and cavaliers.<br/><br/>He did, however, move to her eventually, without hesitation in the little scoots that eventually got him close enough to wrap arms around her. This was how he'd usually seek her out at night, after the trysts that had been kind, before tonight, or at least not left her marked. His hand, even in his deep sleep, slid over her breast and then rested on her belly, like it had just after he'd filled her with seed.<br/><br/>He woke slowly, and rolled away from her in the new day trying to permeate their curtains. He reached before his eyes had opened, and found her shoulder. This made him sit up and smile gratefully. "You're here today." It was a reminder that she had not been so insightful to her wifely duties before. He leaned down to kiss her and then went into one of the adjacent room, dubbed the closet due to its prevalence of clothes, even though it had originally been an entertainment area.<br/><br/>He came out soon again, and hung the outfit he'd assembled on a steel arm as he crossed the bed again, touching her leg on the way. "Are you coming with me to the country? I heard something about another meeting. Why don't you have it here while I'm gone if you're not following?" Which was abundant proof he had known about her get-together yesterday, too. "You're a great hostess, and it'd be nice to put the servants to use." He stopped, still stark naked, the limb that had claimed her yesterday in plain sight. He laughed to himself. Servants. That word had a new meaning now.<br/><br/>Their shower was new technology, he'd seen some in the hotels in europe, and he'd gotten one as soon as he returned from that business trip. He reminisced over how intrigued she'd been when it was finished, but now they were both used to hot running water whenever they wanted. He came out with a towel around his waist, mostly for propriety since they didn't have secrets in this room, anymore. Starting the ritual of getting his hair correct, he looked in the mirror at her.<br/><br/>"Don't stay in bed all day though. I don't like that." he said, and his voice dropped that facade of chipper morning person for those words before he went back to his reflection, and sculpting the black strands with expensive, exotic products.