"You can't thank me for listening to your commands, Niya. I'm your slave. Instead, you should say I'm doing a good job, Master Zarniya." He rubbed his cheek on her back as if asking to be complimented like a pet.
"G-Good- …good job," she said and tapped him caringly.
Messiah continued to hug her in a loose embrace. He liked this kind of peace, liked that Zarniya was in his arms, and liked that she was serene despite how possessively he was holding her. Each day, every day, was a development for them. He wanted to stay like this forever. At the same time, he could not wait to see what lay ahead in their future.
'Patience is a virtue, and I'm a gentleman. She likes gentleness. My master said not to hold her so much. No biting, no kissing. Can't hold her too tightly, can't suffocate her. If I do all that she would love me. Niya would choose me.'
This thought, he kept on reciting to himself.
