Goose was enjoying the physical contact. It wasn't sexual in any way but merely comforting. However, when she pulled away, he didn't pursue more. He wanted her to want to touch him as well. As they walked towards the bus stop, his anger continued to recede. As they passed the church, he saw her glance over and bite her lip. He glanced as well and frowned. The damn nuns had done their version of brainwashing as well. Sighing, he caught her hand and started to turn back when she asked him how he expected to make her better.<br/><br/>"Better? Oh, I was simply referring to your health, Beautiful," he told her. "I am planning on keeping you in bed and feeding you with lots of soup and meds until Monday. That should kick that cold's ass."<br/><br/>He debated letting her know that she could always ask him any question but stopped for some reason. He liked having her submissive, he realized. Slowly, other fantasies began to percolate through his mind as he just nodded yes. He stopped her at the entrance to the church grounds so she could ask her question before escorting her inside. Somehow he doubted that she would ask the question once inside the so-called sacred building.