He was becoming increasingly uncomfortable with this treatment. He was accustomed to blending in with the background. The only time he was ever noticed was when he was given an order, or in the fighting ring. He wasn't really even noticed when summoned to his mistress's chamber. He resisted the urge to squirm, looking over the foodbefore him hesitantly. He still wasn't sure if he would be able to eat. After the soup last night, he was relatively certain he would not make himself sick if he ate carefully. Still, however, he didnt' quite feel comfortable simply reaching for the food. His glance at the food was only brief. He tore his eyes away from it quickly without allowing himself to peruse the options on the tray.<br/><br/>Instead of the food, he focused his gaze on his new mistress, contemplating his answer, "I am in no pain that cannot be handled, milady. Do not trouble yourself." he smiled, trying to reassure her, hoping to convince her to stop fussing.