The more he spoke the more she seemed to relax, leaning against his chest and biting her lower lip unconsciously. This was the side of him she wanted. This was the Quentin that she could not deny aroused her. The soft spoken man that was currently holding her small body against him and soothing her. The worst thing, worse even then the continued abuse of her backside was how frighteningly quick the change to and from his sadistic side could happen. The fright and worry drained away from her expression and she sighed softly, sagging against him. It was nice to be held like this. It felt good and right.<br/><br/>She waited with baited breath to know what would happen. His habit of taking his time thinking grated on her. It seemed to wear her down and soon she was squirming a little and fidgeting. Her eyes searche dhim for some clue as to his thoughts but the man was unreadable. He must be very good at cards even without her help she mused quietly The mention of a bath made a shiver run through her. She loved feeling clean and wished she was better able to hide it. She worried that if Quentin caught her pleasure that he might use it against her later. Still she offered a sincere thanks for his generosity and blushed at his smile. God, he could be so handsome. Zoey leaned in and pressed her lips to his. The kiss was not hungry but to her shock, and possibly his, it was pure and true in its emotion. She enjoyed kissing him but after a moment pulled away to draw the bath. It would not do to dally. She did not wish to have him change his mind.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>