He stroked her arm. “You will. And then, I think, we will have a little fun.”
She shuddered. “What sort of fun, Master?”
“Daran. And… hrrm.”
He studied her for a moment. “Since we’re in the bath anyway, or since we will be…”
He didn’t look angry, that was the thing. “Yes Daran.”
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