As she moves in to embrace him, he makes no attempt to resist. There was no point. He was stuck.. no, wrong word to use. She was his responsibility now. And he would own up to it, even if it meant having to recognize her, as a slave. There would be time to discuss that, later. After a moment, his own hands move to gently embrace her as well. the fact that she's completely nude not figuring in his thinking at the moment. The cold metal of her collar pressing against his cheek, however, serves as a grim reminder of her situation. '<strong>Slave or no, that's not a regular collar..</strong>' he thought. He filed that away for future reference.<br/><br/>At length, he moves to be able to look at her again. "Thank you." he said softly, before leaning in and smooching her cheek. "Come, I'm sure we are both rather hungry, yes?" he said, slowly, almost reluctantly, letting her go, so she could put on the dress. In doing so, he gazed up and down her body, finding he was not as embarrassed now. '<strong>Calm down, boy. You just got a little emotional, that's all. No need to go lusting over her.. just yet.</strong>' he admonished himself. He stepped back, but surprised himself, as he did not leave the bathroom, instead watched her change. '<strong>Wow, already adapting, are we?</strong>' he thought with a wry grin.