James chuckles softly as she describes what she is and isn't good at. Watching her get a bit more at ease in her surroundings, he half stood up and moved over on the bed, getting a good deal closer to her. What she also did not realize was the fact that in this position, he easily had her blocked off from the rest of the room. Other then backing herself into a corner, all other areas of the room could only be reached by moving within arm's reach of him.<br/><br/>"You see, and I've read all this in your dossier. Which is why I had basically ruled you out for working in any of those areas. I don't want to see your beautiful skin old before it's time from the steam and grime of the kitchens. Nor do I want to see you throw out your back or any other muscles from the constant work of a housekeeper. As I said before, I think you would be best suited for a pleasure slave. My...personal pleasure slave. Where you will be taught how to take care and please me...right here." His last words were said while gently patting the bed between them. She was a smart girl, and James was fairly confident that she would understand her job would be to please him here in bed.