Mafalda rose with as much grace as she could muster, moving to sit beside the man. She tried not to wince as he touched her cheek.
"Whatever you wish to speak of, sir," she replied softly, gaze locked on her own lap. She'd be obedient for a while... at least until she got the feeling back in most of her limbs. She knew he wanted absolute obedience from her, but also knew he'd tired of her if he didn't get to put her in her place every now and then. Men were so predictable.