The room that Edward took him to was large and powerful. Sonny had always loved books, even just the smell of them. His last master had kept his books away from all the slaves, not wanting them to be ruined by human hands. Most of the books had been decades if not centuries old. His master sat in a large chair just as powerful as he was.
Then Edward left, leaving Sonny and his master alone. Yes he was a bit scared, anyone would be when not knowing what to was needed of them or what would come. Looking into his eyes was still hard, but he remembered to do it when his master tipped his head.
Sonny was not uncomfortable about his body, not really. What he was was embarrassed by the scars that littered his torso and arms. He last master was very found of knives and pain, Sonny's pain. So he was more embarrassed for his master, to have such a slave when he was probably use to purer slaves, with less sordid pasts. So when the tie of the robe came undone he tried not to cover up as he his legs on either side of his master and sat on his lap. "Like this, Master?"