Max was trying to grasp the fact of what he was doing with Rimion because it was so out of character with the way he had treated other slaves, he was wondering what his issue was.  Even more surprising Rimion took his offered hand and had not let go of it while they walked to the kitchen.  Max had always kept his distance from his slaves when they were out of the basement.  His slaves usually stayed in their room unless they were cooking the meals and once the meal was cooked they went back into their room.  If they did something wrong he made them go to the basement for their punishment.<br/><br/>Walking into the kitchen he let go of Rimion's hand to open the freezer.  Too be honest Max could not think of the last time he had actually looked in his freezer.  So much in fact he could not help but laugh as he looked thru it.  "You realize that I never do this, Sam and the slaves do all the cooking."  He pulled out a package of what said Beef ribs and a packaged of some kind of frozen veggies and turned around and handed them to Rimion.<br/><br/>"But Seriously you are going to have to look thru the cupboards to find the cookware."  Max admitted.  He seriously never did anything in his kitchen other than getting a drink and that was only if no one was around to do it.  "I figure while you cook we can discuss our arrangement."<br/><br/>Max sat back on the stool so he could watch Rimion start to cook, he knew that if he was going to have a different kind of relationship with Rimion he might want to start learning his own kitchen.  Max could cook and was actually really good at it, he had just did it for so long he didn't want to cook any more which was why he had others do it.<br/><br/>"Well we both know that we still what to play, we just have to decide on the parameters in which to play."  Max said with a smirk.