She blushed but, at the same time, was weary. She had already been with a man for tonight, and that will be the limit. While she was a slave, Annalisa had to set up personal limits for herself and these will be one of them.<br/><br/>The young slave nodded to Cyril at his request, giving a clumsy curtsy with her clothing while giving him a kind smile.<br/><br/>"I would love to be a friend for you, Sir Cyril," she said to him. Stressing the word 'friend' very much and hoping it didn't hurt his feelings at all. "And be a friendly companion for you when you are doing your work. All great geniuses need to rest themselves after all." Tenderly, she touched his hand and pulled it away from her, hoping that he wasn't miffed in the slightest.<br/><br/>"May I just ask you a question first? I'm..." Annalisa looked at the door behind her, pursing her lips as if expecting someone spying on them. "I'm surprised you, a man like yourself, are friends with the Ambrose family. How do you know them? It's honestly a puzzle to me at the moment, Sir Cyril. I can never imagine a man like yourself be so close to... um, my employers."