Quentin continued to alternate his attention before her quivering body and the meal in front of him. Certainly he focused on her when she suckled at the device, and when her chest heaved in a particularly eye-catching way... But neither was he ever quite dissuaded from his meal, which he continued to eat in fits and bursts between the show. Zoey was left watching and waiting even after she'd wiped off the little buzzing contraption, but before very many minutes had past and once Quentin was satisfied with all he'd eaten he started directing laden cutlery toward Zoey's mouth instead of his own.<br/><br/>He fed her plenty of what was left - it had been a larger meal than he truly wanted, and there was sufficient left to fill even Zoey's neglected stomach - as one might feed a baby. He'd collect some of the meal and shift it to hand a few inches before her lips, waiting for her to eat before doing the whole thing again; the result was perhaps a little more awkward for her than feeding herself, but as far as Quentin was concerned it consolidated her position as simultaneously obedient to and reliant on him. At least, that was the thought.<br/><br/>He took the small rumbling gadget from her and put it on the corner of the table, where it continued to rattle around futilely. "What would you change to make it to push you even further, do you think? Perhaps if it pushed further into you?" His mind wandered from the admittedly dull, repetitive task of feeding her - though his hands kept going without the focus of his thoughts behind them - and swiftly to ways to improve his little pet project. Too much of his time was business and not tinkering with glorious little contraptions like this, and he was reveling in the chance to play with his new toy... That and of course having Zoey to model it was a rather large added incentive.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>