I clean my hands with a warm moist towel before caressing your back, soothingly, noticing how nervous you are. "Relax Samantha, and call me master, Liz is on a different kind of relation tat you and I have, so she calls me sir."<br/><br/>"This won't be the last time you are to be with me in public, so I expect you to behave properly. I can't have my companion being fickle and shy all over." I finish smiling at you and running my hand down your hair, letting my fingers entwine softly amongst the short strands.<br/><br/>"We won't have much audience in the airport and an helicopter will wait for us there. Is there any reason you'd rather we aren't seen?" I ask, mostly curious than disraught.