(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kApto83SZK4/TLNrnZH6WCI/AAAAAAAAK7o/Nybz6Z4xpFM/s1600/rhys_ifans.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Phillipe Creaux</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Car - Restaurant<br/><strong>With:</strong>Ietje van Leeuwen, Ryuuji, Mizuki<br/><br/><hr/><br/>A lot had been gained with this little chat that he had with the young man. New perspective on the whole matter of slave had been granted to him by Ryuuji. Phillipe stood, "I shall find you, do not worry. Have a good night. Ieetje come here please, we are going home." His hand was held out to her, not a normal gesture unless a strike was to follow but he did do new things all the time to throw the poor girl off. This time though, he wanted to feel her hand in his as they walked back to the car. Doing so with a slave showed that you appreciated them, a thing that Phillipe did not truly do enough of.<br/><br/>Mind games had been his way of breaking her down when he had not thought of a more simpler method. If he balanced the way that he had handled his slave better, then maybe she could even grow to like him. Serving him because of her preference for him more than simply she would be punished if she didn't. Quick glances were issued in Ryuuji's direction while he waited to make sure that they were out of earshot. Like a gentleman, he opened the door for her and then got in after her.<br/><br/>"Ieetje, tell me honestly what your thoughts are on the subject I was just speaking about with Ryuuji. Specifically how do you feel about our master-slave relationship?"