After putting away the ruined clothing, Rimion had put on a pair of shorts from his satchel. As he turned around, he noticed Max in the door way of his room, with a glass of whiskey in hand, the amber liquid swirling around as his hand twirled the glass.  “Rimion, about downstairs... You put a lot of things on the table, many of which I had not thought about in a long time.... Why do you have the sudden urge to beat the shit out of me?” Rimion turned to him, walking over with one feet between them both, "You would be incorrect in the assumption that I want to beat the shit out of you, Master. In fact, I hadn't truly thought long on that last part." He noted, stepping back two steps.<br/><br/>"It wasn't something I wanted to share so soon... But it is a dream that I have had. While I don't like the idea of being a Master, I would have been willing to give it a try and share something with said Master. In this case, with you. I'm not going to tell you I love you... I don't but so far... You're the only Master that I've had that I like." He said with a smile, "Besides, you beat me better than Arin did, and that I like a lot."