Jaezek rose to attention immediately, not because he was expected to rise, but becaue he wanted to rise. He cherished his Mistress Rezalia. Despite the assumption that he was an unthinking slave to most, his Mistress knew better. She knew he understood that she could be cruel to him, abusive and neglectful, but she wasn't. He was fed, cared for, and well rewarded for his services to her. For he was more than a mere serving slave, he was her guardian, in secret of course. He was a trophy to her, so to speak. Though she used him to experiment on, say with force powers or precision saber cutting, she was gentle with him, allowing him to adapt. His body grew accustomed to pain of all kinds, and he impressed her when he hardly flinched when cut or hurled against a wall, obediantly resuming a battle stance. She used him in the gladitorial arena. He was scoffed at, which he accepted in stride, but when onlookers or even other users of the force would scoff at his Mistress, he became enraged. He would maintain composure though, appearing weak though he was actually meek. She would cast a smile to him, then unleash him in the arena, allowing him to brutalize his opponents.<br/><br/>As he strode to his beloved Mistress Rezalia, his expression was one of eagerness and joy, his gait balanced and smooth, not a sound resounding from the floor as he glided, barefoot, to her. Once he was before her he briefly stood, then obediantly crouched down, gazing into her eyes, beaming with joy. Though her voice carried the threat of Force and saber, he knew she was never one to inflict undeserved or meaningless torment. He sniffed softly, savoring the warm smell of her flesh and clothing, admiring those lush purple lips of hers, as well as her radiant, golden rimmed eyes. He immediately saw that her boots were unlaced, and in a moment his hands were deftly lifting them off her feet with mastered tenderness. As he removed each boot he placed a few affectionate kisses over her toes, over the sole and surface of her food, up to her ankles. He would then smile once more at his cherished Mistress, reaching over to properly place her boots by her bed, then returned to his crouched position. His body was bouncing slightly, lean, perfectly defined figure held in the crouch only by his toes, his eagerness to hear her melodic voice again apparent.<br/><br/>"Jaezek has missed his Mistress Rezalia."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>