Zoey kept bathing, blushing at the apparent amusement he took from her bitter words. Thankfully he turned away and she could once again focus on finishing washing. She lathered up her hair, the fragrance of the shampoo filling the air with a sweet floral scent. She did not wish to interrupt his thoughts and instead simply tried to be silent and aside from the occasional light slosh of the water she managed it. She had just finished rinsing out her long hair when he twisted to face her.<br/><br/>The question took her by surprise.<span style="color: indigo"> "I-I suppose Master, but, forgive the harshness of my words, my father HATES you. He has said very foul things about you, your lineage and where he hopes you end up. I daresay that he would not trust me for fear that you would use me against him. I have no doubt that he is aware that you have purchased me. I recognized one of his servants at the auction."</span>She shivered, worried that her words would not earn her any favour in his eyes.<br/><br/><span style="color: indigo">"But," </span>She added, trying to think of a way to ingratiate herself with her Master<span style="color: indigo"> "that is, I-if we... if we gave him a show that I still fought against your control... if it were seen that you had not broken me," </span>Her cheeks flushed deeply in the knowledge that he had with remarkable ease.<span style="color: indigo"> "Then he might be given cause to trust me. He thinks you are just a lucky fool. You could use that underestimation to your advantage."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>