"I put you on the bed." Lucien clarified, his tone sounding slightly irritated as if that were the only evident and obvious thing that could've happened, still not moving from his chair, and disregarding anything about food, eyes locked on the flames of fire that shone upon his form and cast long shadows past him. Both of his elements mixed in one, practically. "Did the food taste alright?" He questioned again, for some reason wanting to see whether or not she'd enjoyed it and such, though one would have to question why he'd ever ask such things if Bella was supposed to be a simple slave to him. He stayed silent for a short time, again. "How about your back? Does it still hurt?"