Zoey felt Quentin's eyes on her as he checked out her attire. She did not look up though; the food in front of her had her full attention. She had exerted herself so much that all she could think of was how hungry that she was. Still, she ate with the grace expected of a lady, not counting that the plate sat on the floor with her hunched over it. She felt herself blushing at being seen like this. It was an odd reaction considering but one she still had yet to suppress. Another mouthful had been stabbed onto her fork and hung poised in front of her mouth when he stood. She froze, again not looking up as she knelt in his shadow. It was a sensation that she was beginning to get used to, that of feeling small and vulnerable when he stood over her. She felt every emotion that he assumed and more. Her heart was racing and she tensed, just in case she was to be punished for some unknown slight. Perhaps her master did not like her looking so sweet, maybe he wanted his whore at all times.<br/><br/>Just when she thought she had figured it out and braced for whatever was to happen, he simply stepped around her. She watched with a quizzical expression when he simply took hold of a chair and brought it over. She crawled out of the way and then at his beckoning she slowly rose, hissing as aching muscles still protested any movement. She set the plate down and sat when he pushed her chair in. It was a very gentlemanly gesture and again she found herself blushing.<span style="color: indigo">"Thank you Master"</span>She murmured softly, loud enough to be heard but quiet enough not to disrupt him if his thoughts very elsewhere. That he bothered to explain his motives at all was a little odd to her but she nodded and thanked him again.<br/><br/>The silence seemed more oppressive with her sitting beside him than it had on the floor. She focused on the meal, remembering that next time she went to the kitchen to compliment the staff on the food. Even if they were vulgar to her their skill was above question. She let her eyes drift shut and simply savored the feeling of almost normalcy. The hand in her hair, so gently running through the still damp mass, drew a soft moan from the little slave. She truly did like the moments when he was gentle with her. She knew that would never be her life but it did feel good while it lasted.<span style="color: indigo"> "I am glad that you find me pleasing Master. I had hoped that you would." </span>She smiled softly and let her eyes flick over to him.<span style="color: indigo">"Did you enjoy the day?"</span>She asked softly, feeling foolish but casting about for a topic of conversation.<span style="color: indigo">"I really found the factory to be very impressive."</span>She said, and meant it. It was something that Quentin seemed fascinated with and she was as well. Even as a girl she had liked to visit her father and help him in his workshop.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>