"Uh huh, sure dear." After searing her steak just how she liked it and tossing a light salad he brought them out along with a bottle of beer. "Maybe I should get a frilly apron and a maid's outfit so I can better serve Princess Britomart."<br/><br/><span style="color: #4da6ff">"I know. I wouldn't want to take you from her, I know my place but... I still want to care for and protect you. You are still my special little friend and you make me feel happy and comfortable. I wouldn't want anything bad to happen to you."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ff4d4d">"I don't know if I can ever go back to how I was, things were so different then. I'll do everything in my power to be better than I was. Stronger, more available, and a better lover."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #336600">"Oh but I can wait, I have the self-control to wait until your little feathery body is burning with need. I could tease you, get you hot and bothered and then just make you wait until you heal or someone heals you." </span>He kissed her softly and shook his head.<span style="color: #336600"> "Because that kind of education will take time and patience. Some chicks will be smarter than others, some will learn at different paces. And we need to be able to dedicate time to the slower chicks and the younger ones. So I'm thinking... you give me two more chicks and then we'll wait until the first two are old enough to help raise their sisters. I want my flock and I'll get it, but I think we need to start slow to make sure our daughters are as smart as possible."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>