<br/>“Ah, I don't have green tea. Water, I do,” he smiled lightly. He stood easily, and walked over to a cherry wood cabinet, which stood at waist height. It had many drawers. On top of it was a crystal pitcher which held within it crystal clear water. Mark reached into one of the drawers and withdrew two glasses. He poured them both some water.<br/><br/>He returned, his gate smooth and strong, handing her her glass. He took his seat, rested his elbow on the chair's arm and stared at her. His eyes sought within her own something – something she couldn't know. Was he someone who believed in the ability to see into anothers soul? Could he find out subtle things about her personality by how she looked at him? Was he trying to make her nervous? Maybe he was merely admiring her beautiful eyes.<br/><br/>Mark spoke a few moments later, not wishing to leave a silence hanging for too long. “Now then, let us begin. What kind of profession do you maintain? It will help me decide many things. Scheduling among the biggest. If you decide you wish to submit to me, then we have to work around your pre-existing life.” His tone was casual and endearing. Nothing about him was off-putting. Amber could feel safe with him.<br/><br/>Even though she barely knew him, no warning bells were ringing. Under the circumstances, that was a good thing considering that she had come here under the sparse umbrella of little information. Things were feeling alright at the moment. Mark was a gentlemen, straight forward, and was not maintaining any pretense. He was not ashamed to present what he wanted.