Raymond & Emma, Ray’s Bedroom<br/><br/>Raymond seemed to ponder her question some as he helped her up. With a small little look, he made sure she was fine, before he walked the bucket to the bar and worked the bottle open. When the satisfying pop was heard, he'd gave his answer “For now, you can call me what feels most comfortable. While we’re here. I don’t know if your Mistress wants me to be called anything special outside of this room.” He chuckled, letting her know he caught her little slip as he placed the bottle back in the bucket and grabbed a couple of glasses.<br/><br/>He looked back at her, and it was more than clear that he was amused by all of this while he walked back to her. The bucket and glasses her placed next to the bed and he sat down to make himself comfortable. The unbuttoned shirt he had on laid on him as lazily as he did the bed, and why not? They had designated this his own, and he’d make himself comfortable “You…I would like to call you Em. I know it’s absolutely horrible of me to try and shorten an already short name, but I happen to like Em. If you don’t, feel free to say so. This is our little demilitarized zone.” He chuckled at the thought and inspected the woman more as he waited.<br/>