Rimion cringed at the thought of him sending Randy to the store. Not to say he was jealous, but he planned to get everything he needed for dinner today. "Well, that takes the wind outta my sails.... Then could you see if he could get some broth, chicken, some carrots and some fresh garlic then." He asked, mixing cream and sugar into the coffee, watching it turn from black to a light caramel. He didn't mind Max's loud drumming, know this was not such a fascinating approach.<br/><br/>With the start of their new agreements, Rimion was not only going to treat him like a Master, but also as his friend, allowing Max to have some opportunities to warm up to him. He wondered what ran around in Max's mind. He was still a little hard from their fun being ended abruptly, trying to subtly rub his crotch as Max had asked about how he liked his new room and about his new nickname. "Well since you asked Max...  I like Rimi... It'll be funny because I'm not cute anymore... Anyway, I had the best sleep in 10 years, but tell me..." He got a little closer, getting at least around arm's length to Max, blatantly flexing his left arm for Max to see. "Do you like what you see?"