Domina often made comments like that to Kiernan, ever since his old landlord turned him out on the street after one too many late and incomplete rent payments last spring. It was in jest, of course; if she had meant anything by it, she'd have alluded to his homelessness when she opened the bidding on him. Still, it was enough to get under his skin, and so he took twice as long in the hot showers this morning than normal.
He was walking towards his stash of pointedly clean clothes -- he'd asked Elise to wash everything the day of the auction -- with a towel around his shoulder, still drying his hair, when he heard the soft yet firm voice from behind. He about jumped, and he turned, his widening for the briefest of moments as he recognized the woman before him, and his face broke into a charming grin.
"Well, isn't it the lady who'd won a date with me," he said with a wink. "You can just call me Kiernan." He extended a hand and, after a moment's pause, withdrew. "I guess I should be bowing to you, Lady." And so he did so, though it was only with his upper chest, and he wore his cocky grin as he did so. "What brings you to this neck of the woods?"