He turned his head a fraction and nodded, both joining into a single, measured and restrained motion. There was the vague beginnings of a smile; not something that was going to blossom into a true smile but the vague glimmer that suggested she'd done good. "Yes, fine." It might have sounded dismissive were it not from him, but compared to some of his reprimands it was soft enough that  he left her with enough assurance that she was doing her job well enough.<br/><br/>He bought his arm down, leaving her to let it go before he moved around the room to do a few final bits and pieces; tidying this or rearranging that. It didn't take terribly long, but time did strange things when Zoey was simply left standing in the middle of the room, with her Master present but his attention keenly diverted elsewhere. Her reverie was only broken when he pushed the original toy toward her, with no instruction or obvious expectation on his face. He simply made her take it, then moved to the door and re-offered his arm.<br/><br/>"Come. The place I know is not far... Though we may take a slightly longer route, to maintain an appearance of decency."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>