Cyril gave her a faint smile as she drank the liquid noticing she had not tasted it before from the face she had made. It didn't bother him he simply gave a soft chuckle once more. The light from the candle flickered as the wax melted while she spoke, the light upon her skin was ravishing no wonder she was chosen to serve the house. As she asked for anything in return Cyril spoke gently in a seductive tone,<strong>"Well my dear as many have heard I am working on a new piece of music to call my own, tis such tedious work. Perhaps you can assist me when I've grown weary of it and indulge me with your company?"</strong>Her calmly placed his hand upon her as he gave her a warm felt smile.<br/><br/>It was obvious he meant more than such but he didn't want to be pushy with the woman, he knew she had many chores to attend to, the life of a slave is definitely not an easy one.<strong>"We can begin now if you would like."</strong>he spoke as he held her hand not being forceful...but gentle.