Mr.S shivered some when she acted frightened. It would always bring fear unto himself to see the one meant to never show fear of him to express she was frightened in any way. His long jaw shifted some, the long black tongue trailing over the many fangs that filled his jaws. He approached slowly, crouching down, those long spindly arms cradling her as he settled in a sitting position against the headboard of her bed, his long fingertips running through her hair.<br/><br/>'my....Sarah....." The gaping maw spoke in its damaged, rasping voice. "I must....keep you safe..." he hissed, stroking her hair as his tongue trailed the flesh of her neck in a small showing of affection. He held out his long hand to her.<br/><br/>The black sludge that seemed to solidify his being, much like the black muck that made up the forest floor on a stormy night, gathered into his palm, slowly writhing up into a perfect oval the exact width of her face. The black surface solidified as red markings of eyes and a depressed frown spread over it. It was a harlequin mask much like his other servants who guarded downstairs, but made special for her. As it solidified it turned to breathable cloth, a hood extending just beyond it's borders. A shroud instead of the hard white masks the other's wore. He slowly rested the soft shrouded mask into her pale hands, a fingertip trailing beneath her chin as the tall creature stole another kiss from her lips, the soft red flesh of her lips meeting the cold, broken, blood stained flesh of his. The massive inhuman jaw spread some in a mock smile as she felt his cold fingertips trace the flesh of her neck and shoulder. He still showed no eyes on the smooth flesh of his face but Sarah could feel his icy gaze peering into her's.<br/><br/>"My...Love.." hissed the gaping monstrous jaws.