She watched Her touch his cheek with a soft sigh; why does he look so angry? How can he not feel utter joy at Her touch?<br/><br/>An odd thought occurred to her, maybe pushed forward by that more reasoning portion of her mind that was lost in the haze of Her presence. "How do you keep him in your pocket, My Lady?"<br/><br/>That he wants her is a little surprising; perhaps even moreso than the idea that she was to be used to keep someone beholden to Her.