"Master, your loyal servant is at your service," Velvet announced with a smile.
"Why are you calling me master? Is there any special reason behind it?" Myne inquired with a smile as he emerged from behind the door.
"No, my handsome Master," Velvet replied, "it's just that I read somewhere that Hume liked it very much when halfling females called them master in a seductive voice. But if you don't like it, I can stop." She gazed at Myne with puppy-dog eyes.
"If that's the case, then you can call me Master," Myne flirtatiously stated. "I also like it, especially if it is spoken by a beautiful lady like you. Anyway, come in. Why are you standing outside?"
"Master, I think this is not a good idea. If by any chance Your Highness wakes up while we are having an in-depth conversation, you might get into big trouble. And believe me, I really don't want to be the cause of discord in your newly married life," Velvet said apologetically, with a light bow.
