Dinjo looks at him. Blushing a tiny bit. Nodding his head. "I don't know. I've never felt this way around someone before. And I have had many masters and mistresses. Yet none of them made me feel...alive. Like I belonged. Like I was important." he says in a very timid and shy voice. He hugs him back. "Bedtime?" he asks softly.(you can skip us through time until the next day if you would like.)