Calvin closed his eyes for a moment. Leave or stay. He listened to the master's footsteps across the cool floor, the rustle of his knickers as he pulled them down. Maybe he should leave. The master liked his privacy, even if part of him seemed to want Calvin there. He turned from the room as water sloshed in the tub, displacing with the master's weight. Calvin looked for a long, hard moment at the door.
Never leave the master alone for too long, a voice rang out, his first, clear rule. Never, especially when he was in an unpredictable state. Calvin's shoulders sagged, and he turned sharply to retrieve the wooden desk chair, which he carried first to just outside the door and then, after another long moment of deliberation, brought inside the room instead, setting it down not far from the bathtub.
He perched lightly on the chair, now within easy reach of the master if necessary, though his hands remained folded in his lap. "You were saying, sir?"