He was quiet, holding onto her as she gushed onto the floor, smiling at the sight of his handiwork. He held her tight to his body, as though a lover and not a slave, and continued running his hands over her body. He stood with her once she was ready, carefully assisting her in the replacement of her clothes before putting his protective leather skirt back on. “Don’t worry about this Mistress, I’ll take care of it…” At least he was responsible for the mess. “Besides, I’ll need to stay out to pull that stump anyway…” He smiled at her and, before she could step outside, spun her around and kissed her deeply on the lips. “Whenever you need the fire put out, find me…” He said to her, “I’ll help you anywhere, anytime…”