<div style="text-align: justify;">As the food was starting to thaw, Rimion shook his head as he looked at the mess of the cupboards. "I'd get beaten for shit like this! And not with a whip, mind you." He scoffed, taking out each and every piece of cookware. Even the pots and pans were not clean as well. <span style="font-style: italic">"I dread to think how this Sam bloke keeps his room."</span> Rimion thought to himself, tsking at the filthiness of the dishes. He would have to wash them all, and then dry and properly organize them. Which would not have been too much of an issue since the ribs and vegetables were still frozen. Whistling a happy tune, he washed the dishes, not able to help his head shaking at the sight of how they were plastered but chuckling as he was getting raisin hands. As the dishes were finally so clean that one could eat from the cookware itself, he separated the pots, placing in the cupboards in the left, the pans in the center, and even went through the troubles of cleaning up the wine glasses.<br/><br/>As Max asked him why doesn't he become a Master and be the one in control. He turned to Max and responded, "Well. That's just the thing. The way I look at it is: Why would I long to become like those I have such hatred for? Why do I need to strip a fellow man of their inherent rights and freedoms? What do I gain from trafficking and deeding someone as a possession?" He turned and flipped the ribs over before he continued, "Nope, a Master's life is not for me. I only desire the life of a free man! I am free to do as I see fit. I do not have to take orders from no man, and if I so choose... I can break the arms and legs of any man that says otherwise. Most slaves free themselves by killing their Masters, but that isn't my chosen route. It pains me to believe that this is the first time I ever talk about this particular subject." <br/><br/>“Well from now on we will be keeping all activities limited to the basement. So if you do something to displease me, you will immediately go there when I tell you to... When you please me I shall give you the pleasure you desire, and if you displease me then it shall be what I desire." Rimion merely chuckled as he was reaching for a bag of spice in his right frontal pocket. "Well... We can give it a try, but I would rather be punished for something I did. And I'm in the mood where I would want to punish this Sam bloke for leaving such a mess. Maybe he'll like my little toy." Rimion said, a sinister grin playing on his face as he watched the ribs soon begin to cook. "I hope these will still be good... They've taken some time to thaw."</div>