Kedrick always had the smallest start when Iris chose someone else for her exterior. It was expected, the way she changed, but he could never know exactly who she would be. Today, coming home even to the fantastical designs of the nymph, there was no hitch in his reaction, because he recognized her. Still, it was a beautiful silhouette burning in the light from the window, spilling down its frame, and she would see that her master moved a little quicker when he located her. Would that please her?<br/><br/>He was fascinated by her forehead and reached out when she came to him. His fingers were on the little harvested growths when her hand was over his chest. They were a strange creature together, then. "Work was like it usually is." he said and nodded at the aptness of the answer. He'd forgotten the whole day at the prospect of playing with her. His thumb glided down her nose before he took his hand back. He tugged at the strap of Naella's dress. "This one whore of a lackey still tries to find weaknesses in my contracts, but..." he looked Iris over. Ah, that could be something for later. Dorothy should wait in line, though, he had other faces to see and revisit before that technocrat got her day.<br/><br/>Her touch had the same temperature as his own, on his feverish days. Same blood, after all. It made their interaction familiar. "I missed you too." he let her know and then narrowed his eyes with some good-humored ransacking. If there was something he'd learned, it was to delegate. Was it unfair that he'd not expected her to have any kind of function other than what they had been doing, so far? In this household, there was never any shortage of tasks, though.<br/><br/>"What would fit you?" he asked himself as he lifted her to him. He meant to put her down immediately, but found her lighter than expected. It wasn't so surprising, was it, that Iris would know how to wind herself around him for ergonomic handling. But he could have sworn she was much less weighty than her current frame suggested. He went about holding her up then, not knowing he'd wanted it, and made for his office. "I think I have just the thing."<br/><br/>In here both Naella and Manon had their stereotypical behavior. His sister would sit at the edge of his desk, near him while he worked and she visited, and Manon tidied up in ways he could never tell were necessary or not - it was one of the reasons he could always fuel a suspicion he could have her, if he moved to do so. He placed his doll down by a dark door. A secure place, for some of his riches. The wooden surface hosted a pulse of blue before it opened. This barrier, too, called Kedrick master.<br/><br/>The room that invited them was pregnant with paintings and glass chests. While it was perfectly clean, it did not have the same kind of touch as the rest of his house. A lonely cylinder in one corner was the sole proprietor of care here, and while the automated device was effective, it was also the reason some of the chests were askew with their glittering content, and why the top of some lamps had granulates. Like a turn of the century dragon lived here with its gold. He didn't know why he'd never trusted Manon with this. Perhaps it was because she was not a guard.<br/><br/>"This place." he said as a single laser touched her. She was mostly his blood, anyway, so there was no real configuration to be made for her access. He stood by a painting with Joan of Arc relieved of her armor, and his eyes became wide with the possibilities before turning back to his guest. He shook the game out of his head. "No one goes her but me and you. Keep it clean, would you?" Most of the art, in fact, was women in some kind of picturesque distress. The company that made her had chosen him for a reason.<br/><br/>"It's quite easy. You can use whatever means you want, to keep it tidy." he suggested as he came to her. His legs were stiffer, and his chest was slightly higher. A little role, played. As he passed her, she would not suspect, as he did not wish it, he grabbed her by her wealthy hair and enjoyed the same lightness he'd felt before as he tossed her into one of the chests. It must have been a hard throw, because it broke with all its dangerous shards, and spilled its shining entrails onto the bullied nymph.<br/><br/>"I see you're already failing." he'd not had much of Iris before. How cruel, to say the first thing she did as herself was incorrected. He did not concider what that it did to the nymph, who meant to please. "I expected better from you." he said to the creature who was probably more dear to him than all the metals in this room. "How useless." he squatted down to look into her rare eyes. He was playing, and he was confident it was alright, but he'd not really handled the true Iris like this.