Yeah yeah, I figured. Yeah, its nice… I was coming to the thanks in a minute. If you held an ounce of patience you would have heard it yourself. *he looked down to the necklace and smiled* Huh… Honestly, I was expecting it to bite or something. Im not much of a fighter; this is just frustration. You frustrate me and always will, most likely. Frustration isn’t pretty.
Pardon me but usually a thanks if given before the sass, Samson. -makes a face and taps his chest- Also you were much too kind with giving me an ounce. More like a grain. I wouldn’t just hurt you, darling. Not without reason. I don’t usually break my toys. You not a fighter? I don’t believe it for a second. Frustration is good, mean’s you’ll always have a reason to be angry and anger is a beautiful thing.
Oh, really? Well, make me smile and i’ll be sure to show you any time. I’m glad I actually have the privilege back to run… sitting behind bars all night is not a fun experience. At all. *looks down to the necklace as he raises an eyebrow* Huh… it’s nice, I guess. I never did wear jewellery, mostly because it never got bought for me. Might just keep it; see how it goes. It’s things like this that get smiles, see.
Just remember that it is a privilege and can and will be taken away if you try anything stupid. Its nice… you guess? Well that’s certainly one way of saying thank you. -glares at him and snatches the necklace from him and slips it over his head and around his neck- There, it looks perfect. You will wear it and I don’t want you trying to test me on this, ok? -strokes his hair- I really wish you’d stop fighting all the time with me.
I’ve nothing to smile about… not yet. Hmm… I suppose it was alright. I don’t remember most of it, truth be told. Kind of hard to when you’re staring at the same silver bars all night.
Well I wish you would, I love it when you smile. Such beautiful lips you have, Samso. Next time you will come running with me, ok? Just realize if you do anything stupid or I’ll snap your throat. -walks over to him and sits on his lap- I got you something, just a little trinket. -pulls out a silver necklace- Your chest would look very sexy with this dangling down on it.
…I was being sarcastic. I just woke up and i’m in that groggy phase, is all. Should I even ask how your night was?
Well you’re awake now, so try and fake cheerfulness. My night? Had quite a bit of fun, darling. How was yours? You seemed rather yippity last night. Such a pretty pup you are.
Everything hurts. I’m taking five so I can whine about it.
Oh please, Samson. Be a man and suck it up, plus you don’t see me complaining of the pain and I got a beating beforehand. -pats the top of his head- You’re so handsome when you’re tired.
Someone is in a good mood, hm? Why so gloomy, Samso? -
I haven’t been called silly in a very long time… no, I don’t think ever. What about your hair though? The look might do you some good.
No? Well I’m always glad to change things up for people. The look of frizz isn’t good for anyone. There’s only one way I allow my hair to be mussed up and standing out when its storming out isn’t the thing.
You could stay out in the rain if you like. I hear it’s very refreshing.
And allow my hair to frizz? You my dear sir are quite silly.
Well it doesn’t have to be a huge one. It could be an elite one for your closest friend in Covaire.Or you could have your slave put on a private fashion show just for you?
You do have a point, but it would have to be much later in the week. Have still yet to meet anyone I’d consider elite.
Oh those happen every day. He’s quite the beautiful thing and I do adore him in those skimpy underwear.