So he would call her Tessa but she couldn't know his name. Guess that was okay, since she was a slave. Standing when he tugged up on her collar, she followed closely. Her eyes traveled everywhere as they moved about, taking her new home in. She hadn't liked his frown. Frowns meant displeasure and displeasure was bad.
When he stopped at a door and opened it, she looked in and smiled brightly. It looked quite comfortable if a little impersonal. She'd easily make herself at home in this room. Turning to look at her master, she smiled and licked her lips. "It's perfect. Thank you. Where's your room?"