He was awed by the little spring over her little gash. Unholy entertainment, that he'd bought. They were not that, though, just flowers in their own beginning, when they were set in knife's kisses, watered in Iris's own blend of blood and honey. He wanted to see more of it. That corruption was perhaps not his own entirely, since they'd made her breaking so like a picture. He would seek it out just for the pretty of it, without roots of violence making full flowers in his mind. It was a pretty excuse.<br/><br/>Kedrick had coughed when she exerted Manon's scream so well, when the handle found her deeper. He was fascinated while he was rock hard, at the bottom he found with the handle. How she hated or loved it, when he bullied that barrier in her, and he adored her for that, because he felt in his heart it was not a performance. Ego wondered if he could reach it himself, it he had her be a smaller person, like that mouse Everly, who sometimes drove his car. There were no boundaries with his nymph.<br/><br/>It should not be so, but he drank up her verbal agony when she marked his new introduction with it. He'd not thought this about himself, but there he was, assuming his right, and quite enjoying the feel of the well-designed decimal. It was a sin, it had to be, to maker her with this too, so that she could be easier played with. He did not wonder about the implications of needless anatomy when he punished her for it without malice. To him, in the moment, it was delicious enough that Manon was forced to let him have it. And then she dared enjoy it, too. What an incorrigible maid she was, taking to reprimand only in the beginning, and then having it for pleasure. Kedrick wasn't one to mind unless he'd have fun pointing it out. And before that he was spent.<br/><br/>He woke from the lull of weakness that comes with any harrowing delight, when he saw her own hand take the utensil and command it. From the other side of a thin wall, his still sheathed part could feel the lancing of the handle, and he was stuck on the theater with his eyes. It was painful to remain at his state, but she managed to keep him there with the show, until she had her crescendo. She was still kept rather straight, on merit of his stiffness.<br/><br/>He grinned for her question, and that was also to compliment Iris's on the impersonation. He tilted his head an looked Manon over, to consider if she'd done well enough to bridge her monumental failure, and then plucked a flower from the flowerbed just above the utensil at the exact time he unsheathed from her smallest offering. He put the flower in his mouth and sighed as the sweetness and fleshy notes died on his palled. "Yes. But you really should work on your kitchen skills." he joked. It was amazing she could ask that, with the handle still where it was. Kedrick leaned down closer to his maid, one hand on the floor so he wouldn't crash into her head when he meant to whisper in her ear. Kind, maybe, friendly even, if this didn't bring his lower body to support itself on the flat end of her current visitor, and pressing it deep so he could get closer. "Well done, Iris." he said into the borrowed ear before he got up. It was a bit decadent bordering on bloating to simply sip up and turn away, which such a mess left behind, without thinking about it.<br/><br/>Kedrick had quite a hard day in the office. People liked to compliment him on how healthy he looked, but also that he seemed a bit tired. It is exactly what his new freedom could be expected to do to a person. He held his meetings and he signed things. Mostly now he was seeing to the rights of his workers, and cutting profits because of it. It was an impossible luxury to his competitors, but since he'd already made his lifetimes of fortunes, he could afford the be moral. It was perhaps also because he had cut someone this morning.<br/><br/>Eventually he'd gathered frustrations for the day, and found that he didn't take too much comfort in even the best small talk. They weren't Iris. They would mind if he beat them up and had them against his wall of windows. It would almost certainly not feed into their desire and design. People commented on that too, that he seemed a bit disinterested. He could gather enough acting capabilities to shape up after that, but really, he was just waiting to go home.<br/><br/>He was quick through the doors, but also took care to uphold the normalcy of a new day laid to rest, so he tossed his jacket on a rack erected for that purpose, and thought about Iris's character so far. He'd not eaten, her flower having sustained him, but he supposed he should get some energy. Gerta had already pinged him three times today, but he didn't really want to risk lending Iris back to them for any reason. Like with computers, upgrades and maintenance can be held off indefinitely.<br/><br/>He was only in his pants and shirt by the end of the hall, and wondered what he'd be served up to play with now. It was an inescapable truth that he was corrupting himself. It also didn't matter to the economical titan. He wasn't hurting anyone who didn't want it, after all. He had carried Iris's scent with him, and reveling in it when he missed her, but now, perhaps it was pertinent he shower. Either way, as a good plant owner, he should see to his sprout.