As much as he didn't want to admit it, it really felt good that someone would do something for him, to help him, without there being a monetary price or even a sexual price put on it. His smile cricked wider and he looked down at his glass. It felt good to be wanted, and wanted just because he was Lucien and not some hot piece of ass.
"I know. She has already scared me once, or twice with the outfits. Not to mention if I even get close to her areas. When I was looking for booze, oh FYI, I found a bottle behind some books in one of the rooms, just so you know. Anyway I thought she was going to kill me where I stood. I never knew a slave could be that scary. I pretty much turned tails and ran."