As Tarkus explained, she felt herself blushing, cheeks flaming so brightly as he spoke of carnal servitude. She didn't know if she could serve him emotionally yet, not with her husband so recently gone. It was going to be hard for her but she knew that she would be expected to let her beloved go.  Should she tell him about her husband? No. He wouldn’t understand or likely wouldn't care.  She wouldn't speak of the things that had been said to her about her beloved when she was being punished or just tormented. "I see," she said softly, her head falling slightly. The weight pushing on her heart was heavy, strong, and almost overbearing.<br/><br/>She didn't understand what he meant about not considering anything she did as repayment to him.  Sex was never free, women gave it as a way of thanks, as a proof of love, as a need… it was never free, there was always a price somewhere.<br/><br/>Layla shivered slightly as his hand trailed down her back, sliding over her flesh and then the sheets that she held to her body.<br/><br/>That was it. She lost it, though she remained able to stand on her own, tears rolled down her face as he spoke of her being blessed from her prior pain.  He didn't ask about her previous life, and to her that meant that he had no desire to know anything about it.  Pressing closely to him, seeking the comfort and warmth of his body, Layla wiped her eyes, trying to cease her childish and, she was sure, unimpressive blubbering.  "I apologize for weeping, Master."<br/>