Bridget nodded slightly, liking what she heard even if she did think that Marissa was going to have to be less emotional if she really wanted this to work.  She trailed the other woman back to the front door, satisfied to see Cyril still kneeling at the threshold where she had left him.  When she passed him she ran her fingers through his hair as a reward before she snapped her fingers and motioned for him to rise.<br/><br/>“You may enter Cyril,” she murmured, her voice once again steel, commanding obedience.<br/><br/>She would have to be careful to moderate her voice, she realized.  It would only make things worse if she used that tone with Marissa.  She cast a purposefully casual glance towards Marissa, taking note of her expression before she turned and walked into the living room, sure that Cyril at least would follow.  “Have a seat, Marissa,” she said, motioning towards the couch while she took her customary chair.<br/><br/>She poured tea and held it out towards the other woman, completely ignoring Cyril.  She expected him to settle down at her side, kneeling on the floor.  He was one of her better clients and had learned patience, though today it would likely be tested.  Marissa would be her focus.  She couldn’t help but wonder how he’d take not being the center of her attention.<br/>