Terrance watched the small woman struggle in vain to contain his mess with a sadistic glee. It was almost as though he had<em>planned</em>to distract her just long enough to make the mess uncontrollable. Given the amount of near verbal response he received alongside that spiteful glare 'if looks could kill, eh?' he'd timed it<em>just</em>right. Still, he knew pleasure from protest and retracted his hand from the mini-pants. 'Surely she has her reasons.' "Grishka! Towel!" he shouted.<br/><br/>Not moments later had the woman reappeared, nigh bounding in. It sounded urgent! But no, the master had just creamed all over the new girl. A sympathetic sigh escaped her as she extended the towel bearing arm to what would be her new co-worker, atleast for a while.<br/><br/>"A beautiful display, Viloet. I only wish I had some way to preserve these moments forever." Terrance proclaimed without a hint of guilt or remorse. What slickness was added to his fingers he licked off as though it were some sweet batter leftover from cooking.