Clearly, Flash didn’t like laying out her secret strengths and weaknesses in front of him like that but she seemed resigned to her fate. Jason stroked Flash’s head when she had finished telling him what he wanted. “It’s alright.” He said and put a finger under her chin and lightly nudged it upwards to let her know that she was allowed to look him in the eyes again – she had firmly averted her gaze ever since he had slapped her. “I’m not going to be another Barracuda.” He reassured her. Clearly, Flash preferred Jason over the mobster, even if it was not entirely clear to him if he was treating her any differently. After all, was she not on her knees, mostly nude, her hands and feet bound and her cheeks red from shame and the slapping she had received?<br/><br/>Was there a subtle difference in how he exercised his power over her? Or maybe the difference was purely subjective for Flash. Jason had an indistinct but rather handsome face, wore an accurate suit and was talented – and well trained – in dealing with people so that they always saw him from his best side. Not to mention his high-end custom pheromone job playing havoc with her emotions. All in all, he probably was much closer to an ideal mate than the mafia enforcer she had had to service before.<br/><br/>“I’m not with the mob. I am with the corporations. And we know that employee loyalty…” he brushed a stray lock of red hair out of her face and gently let his hand wander down her cheek until it rested on her throat, exercising light pressure without choking her “…is closely tied to employee satisfaction.” His hand moved lower, brushing teasingly over her breasts but coming to rest over her grumbling tummy.<br/><br/>“Like I said: I have a Suprathyroid Gland…quite a bit more extreme than your dietware. So I know that it is not pleasant to go hungry when you are used to eating lots and lots.” Jason activated his AR, called up the restaurant’s menu again and threw the<em>arrow</em>right in front of her eyes. He had the admin codes for her ‘ware and could do that without her consent. The thought of the possibilities open to him now made him smile. For now, he would use his powers for good, though.<br/><br/>“Pick something that I can feed you with my fingers as treats.” He instructed Flash.<br/>