Daelen smiled warmly as Zipporah knelt down to serve him. He took the drink in hand and lifted it up, swirling the sweet concoction as he looked at it through the glass. When she kissed his knee he ran his hand through her hair gently. "Good girl." He spoke the words softly as she got up, blowing her a kiss and leaning back in his seat. He turned to Mora and grinned. "Only a few, only a few. And if she can walk straight when we're all done, we've done something wrong!"<br/><br/>He chuckled softly and turned to Sabre on his seat. "It is a beautiful ass... you should see it naked. Well, then, I suppose you will be, soon enough." He winked at the man and shook his head, waving off responsibility for Zipporah's teasing nature. "Oh no, that's all her. She's a flirt, and damn good at it." When he asked about her calling him Master, Daelen actually blushed a little, and cleared his throat. "Well, she calls me Master because, quite simply, that's what I am to her." He shrugged and took a deep draw from his glass. "The kiss was a show of affection, and a beautiful one at that." He smiled as he looked up towards the door as he heard the newcomer. "Oh but Sabre, you're looking at this the wrong way. This is her party, not mine. I just invited the guests, set it all up. She's the woman of the hour, the main event." He winked back at Sabre and finished his drink as he stood up to welcome the new arrival.<br/><br/>"Ahh Mark! Good of you to come, my friend." He walked over and gave the man a friendly hug as he opened his arms, smirking at his comment on the 'view'. "Oh its a wonderful view, and one I enjoy quite often." Winking at the man, he walked with him back to the bar. "Anything you want is available, just ask the lovely Zipporah here."