She might had been quick to hide it, but Samuel caught her surprised look on her face right before she pointed out for him to sit on the chair instead. Samuel wouldn't argue against that as his knees was sore of kneeling anyway. His mistress began to work with his neck with a gentle touch. Of course it stunk, but Samuel wouldn't complain. She was taking care of him. He moved his head to look up at her to make it easier for her to reach. Her accent was very different from what he was used to and some words sounded very strange for him. However her words still made sense for him.<br/><br/>Samuel couldn't believe just how lucky he had got. Food, a bed, clothes and he was even allowed to go outside!! What kind of household was this really? A tiny, tiny smile played on his lips. Could he ever repay his owner for saving him? He would be the best human she had ever got. Samuel inhaled deep and let out a soft sigh. The air smelled good... sweet like honey. It was apparently from the salve. Could it really make his skin heal quicker? Samuel looked at the small tin she held. He was very curious how it was working. Samuel moved to at her face again, he often looked at her cheek or lips when she spoke. Never ever direct into the eyes. He nodded eager.<br/>"Oh, I understand Mistress. I belong only to you." He bend his head for a few seconds before he returned his attention back to her. "Am I really allowed to stay in that room your maid did show me before, Mistress?" Samuel tilted his head. "It... it was so huge." He then got nervous if she would take it in the wrong way. "Me... I... I was just curious."