Oscar quite enjoyed her little haughtiness. It was endearing when they were alone, because then it was simply for him to enjoy. It might have been his triumphant, recently fucked mood, though, because there were places in his personality where her ocular rebellion would not have been welcome. She was clever to give it up while it was still charming. Oscar couldn't imagine a similar slight as last night, now that there was no one to embarrass him in front of, but he was sure Elsie could get herself into trouble if she tried. He let her know he was happy with her compliance with a little smirk.<br/><br/>He listened while he ate, but first extended his arm to tap the fork against her plate, as well. There was no sharing breakfast if both of them weren't eating. As she listed her friends and attached little facts to them, he was starting to remember. It was odd how little space he'd given them in his mind, since he was vicious with numbers and names when it came to business. They were valuable, though, he discovered in the tension exuding from Elizabeth, since they were dear to her.<br/><br/>His brows darkened at the implications of this new power and leash over her. She seemed to understand it well enough. In the quiet that took the table, it was obvious he was trying this weapon in its holster, wondering if he should draw it. If she wasn't allowed to see them, then her political career was as good as over, too. "Mattie." he started, and there was that grave tone he liked to use with a smiling face. "She should be a friend of mine too." And with that, and his lighter sound, he'd  let her keep her acquaintances as they were. He was still playing with her, but she could have her toys, too.<br/><br/>"You know. Introduce her to me if I meet her. With my hopes," she'd heard of his plans to climb the political latter, the same as she. "she should be a useful friend." It was in connection to her husband, of course. He hummed at a particularly good forkful of food. It seemed he was happy, in his controlled, beautiful way. He was usually the most amiable when he was like this.<br/><br/>"It's almost a shame to go when you're being such a good wife." he said. It was meant as the greatest compliment, but it drew up the scene again, where she'd betrayed him by being insulted, and how he'd punished her after. Punished and lanced her thoroughly. "Come here." he said and moved his chair out. He was still picking things off his plate with precision, but his leg was out for her to sit on. Oscar was good at giving orders without speaking. It was of course to test the marks he'd given her rear during the night, but perhaps also because he actually did like her, then.