"Hope and care are impossible eh? How so?" He asks, "I have been attempting to make your time with me nice, it is you who chose not to accept the gifts I try to give you."

She raised an eyebrow "What gifts are you talking about?"

"First off, I chose you as my personal servant. My soldiers would have loved to have you service them. Second off, I have only asked you to use your mouth on me when I could easily have ordered you to do more, and lastly I have chosen to let more then a few mistakes go. The food was cold, I could have had you whipped, did I?" He says, finishing the food and staring at her.

"None are gifts and plus the chefs took forever"

"Fine, you clearly do not want me to do what I may for you." He says coldly, picking up the dishes and setting them on to the ground before pointing at the desk. "Bend over." He demands.