Kyrie smiles at the view of Syri's delightful posterior, and can't help but to lean forward and place a light kiss on one buttock, followed by a playful smack with one wet hand. She then lets the servant settle down on her lap and hand, shamelessly groping her nether-regions.<br/><br/>"Now, Syrie, now you can feed me properly. Let us just see how delicious this meal is after all."<br/><br/>She's quite hungry at this point, having worked up an appetite, and her mouth is practically watering. She feels that, over all, it will be a good meal indeed.