Will You Remember?

The sandy colored lady licked the remnants of strawberry from her lips. The ones that she'd picked had been perfectly ripe and their scent was rich and sweet. After showing Basilisk how to feel thr difference between flesh and membrane, she went inside and fetched him the leather handled bone knife that she'd received for her birthday. She handed it to him pommel out. After he took it and resumed his task, she settled and picked up another strawberry.

His words pricked her ears and she studied the russet young man for a moment. Eventually she spoke. "What would please me is to know what pleases you." Lavender eyes glinted as she stared at him. "You've been conditioned for slavery but somewhere in there you have to have your own preferences." She tilted her head slightly. "What does Basilisk like?" No doubt it would throw him into a tizzy, but she truly wanted to know. She wanted him to think about it.