He watched her go, then went to his office and sat down in his cushy chair, smiling to himself. Was it possible that his little snake was warming up to him in a way he couldn't even imagine? Part of him hated the thought. If he let this continue, he would be in danger of showing care when she was in the arena. If he showed care, she was doomed to die. Then again, he'd always been a good actor... Then he shivered. He remembered his mother's lady slave. He'd grown too close to her, and supposedly to strengthen him, his mother killed the poor girl. He hugged himself, sighing. "Wouldn't it be nice if I could just be happy and safe with my humans?" With that thought, he got up to go find Cook. Cook always understood, and could possibly have some advice for him.