Feeling the master's hand on her shoulders almost made June melt. Had she been in hound form, he would be stroking her fur, and there was hardly a better compliment for a servant than for their master to touch them in a fond, gentle way. Rising to her feet, her eyes remained downward and she said softly, but clearly, "My apologies, s- ...Nox. I know it displeases you, I will try harder." She wanted him to think well of her, because he was being kind to her and in turn she felt the only way to repay him was to serve him as he liked.