As Max had walked into Rimion's room, Rimion smiled at a little, enjoying these little chats with Max. Other than their playtime, this was perhaps this was more interesting than constantly hour after hour without anything to eat or drink, being forced to sleep somewhere you wish you had not the next day.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"So basically you want to take turns being the one in charge of playtime, but you don't want to be the master?... Or is this just a onetime deal.”</span><br/><br/>It seems Max got the message, but was not certain of it. He nodded his head in agreement to the second question. His eyes lit up for a moment as Max on some of his wife, the man's cheeks flushing red from Rimion's confession of not loving the man. Max did have a point... If they were to fall in love, it would only lead to complications in the future.<br/><br/>Listening to the man patiently as he so bashed his former Master, Rimion could not help but smile. He never liked Arin in the slightest. Arin hated Rimion's guts, and Rimion used that hatred to not only get his wife to turn on him but get in the hands of Maximus Williams. He could only laugh and smile as Max told that he was the most interesting and challenging slave he ever had. Rimion let himself flush, not expecting such praise, let alone hear his Master want to get to know to him.  But this got a bit shocking with Max's next actions,<span style="font-style: italic">“Max, outside of the playroom its Max.”</span>As he watched him leave the room, Rimion felt a smile play on his face at that point in time. But as he heard him say that no one ever loved him, Rimion also had the right to call Max by his name. "Then Max... I shall learn to love you... And make you feel love." He said softly, a huge yawn flowing from his lips. He laid down on his bed, his hands under his head, his light brown eyes shutting tiredly, the sleep soon coming to him.