Her behavior was of course a testament to having learned her lesson. Oscar nodded when she took one of the choices and came over to her again, hand-towel full of hair-products on the floor on the way. She was being such a good partner, today. It was a bit of a shame that it came at the price of her delightful chipper. That in itself was also delicious too him, though, that he'd have such an affect. His hand was on her back, angled in such a way that it would marry completely to one of the wings he'd given her, under the gown.<br/><br/>"So formal, Elsie." he said, and meant for it to be a complaint, even though it came out more as a compliment. Really, he didn't mind if she was in good humor. He kissed her forehead again as the hand slid down her red memories from the night. There was no question she'd slept poorly, but being obedient was a struggle, wasn't it? His hand squeezed her butt, and creased the soft material of the gown into that crevice, a little. It had been delicious torture, that vice-like tunnel.<br/><br/>"I suppose that means you won't be coming to the field with me?" he asked as he let her go, correcting his collar again. "They keep that taffy you like, and the tea is to die for." he was sure they were expecting a bubbly city girl, and Elsie didn't seem in the mood to summon all her merry-making yet. He bit his lower lip when he looked her over, still holding her to him. He had a thought.<br/><br/>"Well, I do have things to tend to, so lets hurry to our breakfast, shall we?" she'd not be excused from her usual schedule because of having been taught a lesson. That would be contrary to good results. He started lifting her gown, like he would when they were still being tender about their intimacy, and expected her to held him get it off completely. He'd sigh when she was exposed again. "Now, little doll, you're going to diddle yourself while thinking of what I did to you last night, and then you're cleaning up and getting dressed so we can have some toast with marmalade."