Slowly lowering herself into the hot water, Kyrie lets out a long, low sigh of relief. Already she has exerted herself more than normal for the time of day, and quickly gets to work uncorking the wine bottle. Once it is open, she gives it a sniff then, deeming it worthy, takes a small sip. Allowing the liquid to roll about in her mouth, she closes her eyes and leans back.<br/><br/>"Very good, Syri. I am pleased with your obedience, and your appearance as well. Now, come sit on my lap and feed me my breakfast, will you?"<br/><br/>Placing the bottle down, Kyrie makes sure no to drink too much - after all, she still has work ahead of her, and it would not do to have dulled senses.