With one deep breath both fear and tension were exhaled from Jaezek's body. He even met her eyes and smiled as her deceptively tender fingers wrapped around his horn, directing his eyes to hers. His Mistress' words sunk deeply into the recesses of Jaezek's mind. She had chosen him. Of all the males to take as her mate and pet, she had chosen him. Before tonight, Jaezek would not be able to fathom as to why Rezalia would choose him of all the other potential mates and pets Rattatak had to offer. Now though, with his sudden emotional change, perhaps there was something that his Mistress would not divulge to him, something secret that she wanted? For some reason, Jaezek was not content to merely be accepted. For the first time in his life, he wanted, no, needed, to know what that secret, if there was one, was.<br/><br/>It wasn't like Jaezek to contemplate. He didn't like to contemplate, though this night was the first time he had since his Mistress Rezalia had rescued him and welcomed him to her chambers. Jaezek cursed himself bitterly under his breath as he lay at the foot of the bed, though in it this time. His Mistress had welcomed and accepted him, and here he was, putting the value of his own thoughts above those crucial facts. Without her, he would be dead, and for some reason, he was no longer content. No, he was content. He loved her, but he needed to know what happened to him. He needed to know why he had risked being tortured by taking a dominant position during their love making. Or was it rutting? Jaezek growled softly. He needed answers.<br/><br/>Until tomorrow, when Rezalia would return, he would have to remain silent and calm. She did indeed need her rest, for Night Assassins tests were tests of life, tests of will and tests, above all, of survival. If he continued to...contemplate the outcome of the night, he was likely to disturb her rest. Even if he did not wake her, she was hyper sensitive to the Force, and his uneasy thoughts could disturb her slumber. So instead he tilted his head up, kissing the soles of her feet, just as he knew she loved, and, resting his head against her feet, allowed his own slumber to claim him.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>