Will You Remember?

"Thank you my lady." His gaze found the Princess as he worked. Not by any will of his own, she drew him almost against his will, and he was startled by the sight of redness on her lips, the sheen of dampness to them. He felt something low in his chest, and he lowered his gaze under the guise of continuing his work. His stomach flipped, and somehow the watchful slave did not realise how ahe had moved behind him. He caught the scent of her first, and it saved him from the embarrassment of jumping in surprise.

He hadnt expected her paw to line up with his, as through to guide his movements. He let her show him physically what she meant, and understood. Brow furrowed in thoughtful concentration he began again, working to seperete beast from hide in the manner she had explained. Once again feeling total bafflement. Her patience and kindness left him feeling as through he was on the knives edge. Any moment away from cutting himself. "A knife might serve well. I don't have the same claws you seem to bare." He had noticed them the day prior, and understood how the had eased the job of of slicing. He worked a moment longer, and then his traitorous tongue slid free. "What things do you enjoy, My Lady Aslatiel? How might I please you?" Massages had gone down well, but somethings seemed inmy to annoy her. If she filled him it, it would make his job easier.