Rimion smirked as Max glanced at him with that smile on his face. It was just feeding his vanity. Although he found himself glancing at Max "I might need to stop flirting with you, Max... It'll be get hard for you to get work done."  “At the mention, Rimion wanted to Max and looked his regular cocky smirk, but it just meant that Max liked, maybe even loved Rimi's coffee. It was not like Max was going Rimion a million bucks in cash for the recipe.<br/><br/>After washing his hands twice for good measure, Rimi started massaging the meat. Squeezing the meat and pushing it down, turning them into decent sized patties. After washing them again, stirring up his pancake batter for a moment while he got to the coffee.<span style="font-style: italic">"I hope you know that you will never be good enough for him. He will always come back for me, always does."</span>As Sam's words rang in his head a second time, he merely laughed at how childish the man sounded. If he was never going to be any good enough, how has Rimion managed to break Max out of his shell? How did he manage to get Max to smile outside of the playroom? Oh Rimion oh so wanted to rub his accomplishments in that lazy rogue's face.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“Now that you are free.”</span>As Max had said those words, a strand of his hair stood up high. He soon turned around to face Max,<span style="font-style: italic">“What do you want to do? I just don’t want you to feel like you have to stay here and be my housekeeper. You’re not my slave anymore Rimion.”</span><br/><br/>"To be honest, I thought it would be 10 more years before I ever get to think on that question...." His face flushing as he scratching his head in embarrassment. "Maybe... I'll stay here and keep your company for a week or two... And I'm not saying that 'cause of the sex. I'll likely head back to the Dead Dunes..."