He looked at her. "No. I'm not your master. I'm not the one they made you for. I'm just a man. But I wanted to help you. Show people that you aren't just machines." He took another drag from the hookah pipe. It bubbled away on the table and he let out another small cloud of smoke smelling of apples and jasmine.<br/><br/>"It's a hookah pipe. It's basically a way to smoke. Be careful. On the top of the pipe are coals. They're hot. They'll  burn you if you touch them. They heat the tobbacco underneath so I get the smoke from them. The smoke is a bit warm too.  That's why you feel the warmth."<br/><br/>"To answer your other question. A bed is sort of like the table you were on. It's meant for sleeping on." He was acutely aware of her closeness. The softness of her voice. He could feel the coldness of her even from this close. He stood, partially to chill the thoughts her kind were designed perfectly to stimulate. He made his way to his bedroom and grabbed a pair of pajama pants and some warm wool socks. He handed them to her and said, his voice the smooth quiet of a man trying to keep his mind from going places he knew he shouldn't.  "You're cold because of the rain outside. This will help." He favored her with a smile that had the effect of lighting his face up. He brushed a long strand to the side and over his ear.<br/><br/>He looked at her and said softly. "We have to be careful now. They'll be looking for us. They won't find you here though.  And when you're ready we can show the world who you really are." He sat back down and took another drag from the pipe.  Tomorrow he had to learn more. There were questions he had. But they could wait. He looked over at her and asked a question she had never answered. "Are you hungry?"