Mike flinched at the tone, hands jerking on the towel and shoulders drawing in, expecting a blow to come. Such a harsh tone. Such harsh words. Then the second part came which left his eyes stinging as he rushed to obey, cutting his thumb and index finger of his left hand, but he barely winced. It didn't matter, obeying Harvey mattered.
"I'm sorry, Master," he said as he moved to rush over to the broom, ignoring the sting of his new cuts as he grabbed the broom with his left hand. "I'll get it cleaned up." He said, head ducked and not looking at Harvey, afraid of angering him again somehow other than with his clumsiness.