Zoey was in for no such luck. As she gave him each he paused, read through, and in most cases nodded to send her off to do the next. In one case there was a small ink blot; he'd cuffed her head firmly and made her rewrite it, but it was not such a terrible punishment considering. More importantly, though, was the twist to the formula where suddenly she stopped offering everything, and instead offered everything with his approval only. He worried immediately; was she trying to undermine him with the others, offering herself unconditionally? Or was she going to act up with the Hargrave?<br/><br/>He looked down to where she was knelt neatly on the floor. "Why is this one different...?" His voice and expression was one of cautious curiosity. Her 'luck' had avoided her anger, for now, and instead he seemed wary of some trick or trap. It was in fact only the massage of his seniority that had kept her out of trouble for the immediate moment.<br/><br/>"Why would you treat those two - a respectable couple in anyone's estimate - differently to the rest? Do you mean to treat them worse, or do you simply consider the will of the others' to outweigh my own? Well? "<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>