Bored. Again. Sure, he had more freedom than he had thought he would have, but then again he didn't know just how much freedom he had. It appeared that Tabitha was attending college, something he'd been doing before the whole mess that landed him as a slave. He'd never really been a fan of school, but instead had been going to make his parents happy. All he had ever wanted to do was dance professionally, but he didn't really see much of a career as a hip hop dancer. Then again, maybe he could have turned it into a workout and opened his own studio.
Instead of just sitting around and moping, Trace had done his best to tidy up around the manor. He wasn't a great cook, but he knew how to make a few basic foods like grilled cheese, pasta, burgers and steak. However, by the looks of the cabinets and the fridge, he was going to need to go shopping so that he could make some food for them. When he finally heard her come home, he made his way into the living room. A knowing smirk played at his lips as he watched her plop down on the couch and kick off her shoes.
"How may I pleasure you, Mistress," he said huskily and offered her a wink.