He held her transfixed as he peered at her like that, and she met his gaze levelly, not the least bit taken aback by the roughness of his motions, not even blinking as his gaze held hers.
"Of course, Lord," she replied, voice hardly louder than a whisper, "Every day."
She wanted to add like breathing. But that was a bit dramatic, and she wouldn't waste his time with girlish embellishments, insofar as she was capable of being all that girlish. Not that he couldn't pluck it from her mind as easily as fruit from the vine, but she didn't need to say it, didn't need to clutter their time with superfluous words like that.
"I'd have more of your teachings," she continued, "If you had the time to spare."