He was watching me. “I have a sewing machine and all the attachments and spools of thread. It was one of the things I did take from here.”“You a...e full of surprises, good sir.” As soon as it came out, I tensed.He was smiling, “Relax, that was an appropriate use.” He walked up to me, again put his hands on my shoulders so we were focused only on each other, “I am proud of the effort you are putting in to react to me as a man and without the slave side coming out.” I smiled at his words. My chest. It got so you were risking your job if you complimented someone of the opposite sex."You have been saved from death and brought back to a better condition than you were ever in at a great expense to us. We did this because we want something from you, which I'll get to after we handle this point. You aren't the first person we brought back to life like this. There was another with your unique qualifications whose first action upon being resuscitated was to threaten to "take everything we've got". His thoughts were cut off as he was slapped on the arm.“That’s my boy Owl, I knew you had it in you,” Hawk said slapping his arm once again. “Now come on, leave her here. I think it’s time for a drink to celebrate.” Owl looked at him blankly. He honestly did not think this was a time to celebrate anything. Swift walked past and also gave Owl a slap on the back. With his eyes down he followed them as they moved away from the woman and into their main home. Past their sleeping quarters and. He could do that.The idea that there WAS a god, though, a living ... well, not breathing, god, still amazed him. He hadn't been an atheist, naturally. No sane moral person would call themselves one of those. But, god, or, God, had been for those better than him. For those with family, friends. God had seemed to have no place in his plans for Tom, so Tom had not bothered to have a place for God.That, he now knew, had been very stupid of him.The fish sizzled nicely. He probably should learn how.