Damon stood at the foot of the bed, staring down at his slave, in silence. Now that she was down, he almost felt a twinge of doubt, about what he should do. A twinge, but not enough to stop him.
"You can move now," he said, dropping the compulsion. "Well, I guess 'can' is a relative term. You can try."
He stepped to the side of the bed, picking up the spoon and dragging in through the softening ice cream.