An appropriate intimate detail would have to be a fabrication on my part, [comes the faintly amused response. A servant has no place disclosing his private thoughts to his master, unless a specific opinion is asked for.]
But, barring that...
[He looks down for a moment, as if considering his answer (he's not).]
I spare previous masters of mine little thought, [then he looks up again] yet for what it is worth, you are my favourite one so far.
[No, no, that's not the end of his confession - he chuckles briefly, and continues:] I have told you this already, have I not?
[The way he asks it is confident, casual, like he's indeed completely sure he did say this once already. He's not; he... vaguely recalls something of the sort. Maybe?
The point is: please confirm and help him piece together what actually happened that day. Anyway, he follows up with:]
What I mean to say is, I would have no other master. Even could I choose another, even had I confirmation someone else would prove more delectable, I would stay by your side.