Master was looking hungrily at me over dinner tonight.
I quailed, grinned sheepishly and came over to his side.
"You're giving me that look."
"You mean the 'Where's my tea?' look", he asked.
"That's what that is?" I asked, surprised, as I scurried off to get his tea. Because that was totally not what I was picking up. I was picking up something more along the lines of:
"I will soon be fucking you up. For fun. Because I can."
He gave me another look. A sterner, less inviting look.
"That's the 'Where's my tea?' look!" I crowed as I filled his cup, "I would recognize it anywhere."
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