His arm gently pulls her closer, curled to gently stroke her collarbone, enjoying the touch of his mistress' fingers as he quietly scans the others in the party, arm protective, though he knows she's a great deal stronger than him. It's that suicidal protectiveness you can find in some slaves... He gently taps his fingers across the utterly mundane quarterstaff in his other hand, the sound rythmic and dull.