He chuckled, a little shell-shocked himself and temporarily content to lean his back against the bed, his rump on the floor and his cock dribbling into a little, filthy wet patch. It would get cleaned, though, and besides he was entirely unconcerned with much of anything in that instant. Even her voice took a moment to register, though he turned to her when it did... And frowned. She was sprawled, her body glistening with sweat and her hair matted. He could hardly fault her for that - and beside the way her sweaty form reflected the sunlight was appealing - but a loose, collapsed sprawl was -most- unappealing. He wasn't energetic enough to hit her properly, but his hand swatted across, clapping against the inside of her thigh with a sharp little spike of pain. "More elegance, slave! I don't want to see you collapsed and panting like a dying dog, sit upright and at least -try- to be appealing. Useless fucking..." He drifted off into a wordless snarl, though the condescending tone remained. His voice picked up, though, in answer to her question. "I had thought to let you off for a good display just then, but you let yourself down at the end. Perhaps I'll be easy on you anyway..."<br/><br/>He pushed himself away from the bed, and toward his feet with a soft groan. A short trip to the wash basin, and she could hear him splashing everything from his face to his sex with water to refresh it enough, prior to undoubtedly getting dressed. His eyes watched the mirror, partly to tame his hair - which had taken on a slightly wayward look thanks to his efforts - and partly to watch how the girl composed herself, and what she did. It was more than a cursory glance inspired by residual horniness. "Go down, get the toy, and meet me in the dining hall where I, at least, will eat." He made a bit of a show about the way she was by no means promised her meal yet, before pushing on. "And, while you're at it, if you're going to -sprawl- like a dog, you can walk like one too. All fours, arse wriggling..." It was hard to tell if he was done considering his sentence sort of hung there, but he paid her no more attention save to watch her so she had to assume he probably was. Sure enough he made no comment when she finally slunk to the floor, his eyes tracking her via the mirror being the only indication that he'd even noticed.<br/><br/>With her gone he dressed, washed a little more properly, made sure he was presentable enough for his house, at least, and finally wondered down toward the dining hall where a servant was waiting to serve him... "Egg and toast for me, and bring some bits for the girl as well." When queried what exactly 'bits' were, he explained that they were whatever was lying around; edible but discardable. If he'd felt kind toward the girl before, her small error had ruined it quite swiftly, it would seem... Though his pleased mood would save her from anything too severe.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>