(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/>"I am glad that you feel that way, I am very happy for you. Love is a word that is not spoken all that often these days if at all, so I am glad to see that it is possible. I am not sure I can love a slave. I could learn to try but when someone is labeled a slave to me or is my property they are put in a place where I can "love" them but it more that I love their utility more than I actually love them as a person." Phillipe finished his meal and sat the plate off to the side as he looked to the man that was across from him. It was odd to see that this man that trafficked slaves and sold them at market would love one. But then again this is a strange world and times so anything is possible.<br/><br/>"I must ask though, if you love her do you ever feel that there are times that you may hold back as her master? For example, Ieetje here could not follow my orders so she is to get twenty brutal swats and another punishment from a previous infarction. I am already formulating an appropriate punishment that will put her back in line. At the same time I am not asking myself how she feels about it because I am thinking of her as a slave that needs to learn discipline.<br/><br/>"Ieetje, have I ever gone soft on you? If so tell me now in front of these fine people." He felt this was as good a time as any to see if he was doing well with how he treated his slave from her own input.