<span style="font-style: italic">“The time is 12:02 and I believe I told you to arrive at noon on the dot.”</span>Max had said, his face completely void of emotion, void of expression. However, Rimion knew or at least had an idea of what is really going on... And perhaps, in the back of his mind, he would get a slap or two for playing that card. As he stepped inside, he took a long gander about his new master's choice of attire.<br/><br/>Where Rimion chose a white collared shirt, Max has chosen a blue buttoned-up shirt. And where he chose loose slacks, the man chose tight black jeans. A bulge, if he was having one, would be clearly visible to him. He decided to laugh as he stepped inside, "You clean up nice, but allow me to see if I can rile you up: I was here a little early but as I got to the door, I delayed to relish in your bloody scent. As I knocked on the door, though faintly, I could smell you fully." As he spoke, his legs subtly twitched, believing punishment was imminent. "I could be wrong here, but I assume you were purposely waited around near the door to make me late, so then you could punish me. If so, I applaud your deception." He started to chuckle for a moment and turned to him with a smile, "So are you going to punish me for being late now?" He asked, a smirk playing on his face.