Before there was any sign of Quentin, Molly finished folding the groundsheet in such a way that the oil remained settled in one corner of the thing. She excused herself with a final smile to Zoey and - still holding the sheet at arms length - moved into the corridor and off to dispose of the mess.<br/><br/>The young girl didn't have to wait too much longer for her master, though, who slipped into the room and across it to his chair. He lingered a moment first, though, and briefly devoted his eyes to admiring her body and obedient stance. It bought a thin smile to his lips to see her so ready to obey him. She had become, in a few short days, a loyal and obedient thing.<br/><br/>The man settled into his chair and waved a hand to the floor in front of it to invite Zoey over. At the same time as he started to speak to her, he was pulling across his pet clockwork project. It gave his voice a slow and deliberate lilt while he split his attention between her and his work. "Do you feel better for that? She is good at what she does, no?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>