[He cringes lightly at her speaking his title. He had wondered if she knew who he was, and to what end all of this was.]
[Well, he wouldn't find out if he was dead or exiled. He knows better to looks back at his friends. He knows they are there and that it would do no good to call attention to them.]
As you wish, Mistress.
[He shuffles forward on his knees, taking the heel of the boot in his palm. He wasn't about the lick the bottoms of the things. He eyes her boot just a moment longer before realizing hesitation would be poison. He licks the toe of her boot, thankful that it didn't see the sort of soot, snow, and mud that his own would accumulate daily. His lips trail to the front of her ankle, his eyes focused on hers.]
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[Well, he wouldn't find out if he was dead or exiled. He knows better to looks back at his friends. He knows they are there and that it would do no good to call attention to them.]
As you wish, Mistress.
[He shuffles forward on his knees, taking the heel of the boot in his palm. He wasn't about the lick the bottoms of the things. He eyes her boot just a moment longer before realizing hesitation would be poison. He licks the toe of her boot, thankful that it didn't see the sort of soot, snow, and mud that his own would accumulate daily. His lips trail to the front of her ankle, his eyes focused on hers.]