Tara stood back as Father Corvin turned his attention to the tiefling.  She kept her hands folded before her, and her head down.  She didn't know why, she often didn't understand her reactions when she was near Corvin, but she blushed as she was referred to her as the Father's Sarah.<br/><br/>She moved so that she was near Corvin, but behind him, ready to follow wherever he went, old instincts, and the prior night's lessons, easily guiding her actions.  Underneath her show of modesty and well groomed behavior, though, was a current of thought.  Father Corvin was generally more . . restrained in public.  He saved his shows of dominance and power for the bed chambers, and she had never seen him do anything quite so bold in the open.  She was unsure what it meant, and she watched his back under her lashes, unsure of what it would bring for the future.