Iris was mute until they reached the car. She had been uninterested in the images they passed, having lived them, and was focused instead on the incessance of her own pulse. What complicated feelings her master had toward Greta. Iris hugged his coat tighter around her. She wanted to learn them all, and please him with her ability to articulate his needs in her own form. When she blinked, her dark eyes had shifted to a warmer shade of woody brown. Her steps were matched with Kedrick’s, and also with Greta’s because of it. When she glanced over her shoulder at the woman once, the red-head faltered a beat before jerking her gaze away. It wasn’t the first time a customer’s nymph had looked back at her with Great’s own eyes. Perhaps it was flattering, on some base level, but Greta did not particularly appreciate it. Instead, the woman took a deep breath and reminded herself of the great feats of science and magic she had the opportunity to participate in. Iris was simply one of many such accomplishments.<br/><br/>In the vehicle, Iris curled her legs on the seat and nestled against the door in a vaguely feline manner. Her face was tipped toward the sunlight streaming in through the window, and she seemed content to soak in that warmth. It set her skin aglow with an inhuman glisten. Iris smiled at him when he touched her budding horn. “Do you like flowers?” she asked him.<br/><br/>When he tugged at one of the green sprouts, she squinted a little. A light pressure, not painful, but persistent. She did not know what the answer to his question was. He could do anything he wanted. Anything he could conceive of. She shivered. Iris looked at him with familiar brown eyes. “Was there a particular function you had me designed for?” she asked, placing a small hand on her chest. “I’ll do anything to please you.” She said, and it was Greta’s voice. “I’m sorry if you were frustrated. You were interrupted before, right?” Iris asked. She shifted in the seat and let his jacket slip from her shoulders. There was that tiny scar on her shoulder still. “There is nobody to stop you from doing as you please now, though, right?” Iris sounded impossibly matter-of-fact. But then, that was just like Greta.