Talina grinned to herself. "Nope."

"What?"

“Hey, you want pants, you'll have to come get them.”

Another groan followed the sound of heavy footfalls around the side of the tent until he appeared at the entrance, ducking between the flaps to run inside clutching his private parts. His attempts at covering himself had only partially worked since he was still at half-mast and couldn't quite cover his equipment properly.

“That was mean," his chiding tone Lacked any real bitterness. "I think I just scared the wits out of Valise."

"I imagine you would! Running around in the dark wielding such a fearsome weapon. It's enough to give any woman chills." She smiled over to him and licked her lips whilst resting her arms over her knees.

He rolled his eyes, having become at least somewhat accustomed to her sense of humour. Though he did lift his hands to show her the fearsome weapon she'd mentioned, still glistening with the fresh nectar of her pussy.

"Come, sit down. I have to go out again tonight." She patted the bed beside her.

“Again?” He approached and took the seat she offered, feeling her arms wrap about his shoulders from behind so she could whisper in his ear.

"Yes, again. I have a duty."

"I know. I just worry about you."

"I'm not used to having people worry about me, Torren. It's rather lovely." She kissed his cheek and squeezed him in her arms.

“It doesn't exactly help me sleep though.”

“The master needs my help."

“Why..." He began to ask something but caught himself before he did.

“Why what?"

Alright, screw it. "Why are you so adamant about calling Gregory your master? I mean, I know that technically he is, or he was, or he hopefully soon will be. I know my place here. It's just that he doesn't really like being called master, and you sort of insist. It's Like there's something more to it."

“There is." Talina nodded.

“Well could you maybe explain it to me? I mean, I'm... uh... we're together, right? I don't get the feeling it's a sex thing. It's just that when you say stuff like you're all mine, it doesn't feel like it."

“Oh." Her arms untangled themselves from about his shoulders and she moved to sit beside him on the bed with her head lowered slightly.

"No, sorry, I didn't mean it Like that. You make me feel Like I've got all the important bits. You make me feel loved. It's just that he's got this part of you, and it's a part I don't understand. Truth be told, I'm pretty sure it’s a part he doesn't understand. You keep it to yourself, but it seems to be a part of you, and I just want to know all of you. Sorry. This isn't easy. Hard to make sense of something when you don't really know what you're talking about." He turned to her and gave her a slightly dopey smile that made her want to kiss him.

"I know what you're speaking of." She didn't Look at him, and she was no longer wearing her usual playful expression. Her gaze seemed to be looking through the canopy of the tent at something very far away; something that she didn't particularly like the sight of. "I promise you that I will tell you about it one day. It is not an easy thing for me to talk about, and you make me happy. Knowing what you ask might make you unhappy, or at the very least it will complicate matters between us. I haven't felt like this before, Torren. I would Like it to last a little longer before we speak of why I require a master.”

“That's understandable. I'm happy that I make you happy, Talina.” His smile was genuine, and she shifted out of her reverie to look upon it.

“I am very Lucky to have you," she said; her hand extending to slip her fingers between his and squeeze.

“You could have any man you wanted."