"Not quite yet, if everything goes according to plan, there'll be plenty of time for that later." I grinned mischievously at her, and she smiled coyly...back. "Is there anything that I can do for you right now then, sir?" "Well, there are going to be a handful of ground rules, Samantha. When you're in my house, you are to call me 'Master' and my wife 'Mistress'." She looked confused. Either she hadn't seen the ring on my finger, or had thought that she was going to be a secret from my wife.. .”Both women look to each other, lock eyes, then return to puzzling over something in their own minds.“...What’s up?” I ask them.“Well...” Emily begins.“It’s not the level of… self awareness...?” Xandra looks to Emily.Emily shrugs and nods. “Yeah. That sounds right.”“It’s not the level of self awareness that we usually see from… new arrivals.”“Interesting. Let’s table that for a moment though,” I say, “and get back to the thing you said about ‘feeling like this is the mainland’. What does that. You turn around as you hear me enter, the dripping of the water from my body a slight plinking sound on the floor. You whip around quickly to face me a scowl on your face and the knife in your hand again. “Don’t come near me or I’ll kill you!” you shout. How interesting.I take three more steps and cross the remainder of the room and am at the side of the bed. You slash the blade towards me, barely missing my neck as I dodge. I guess you were serious. I smile. I love it when my pet wants to. Changing the subject, do you want to keep the reservations for dinner or will you be eating in one of the private rooms tonight?]Abi had long ago included private meeting rooms that also doubled as dining rooms in her design, but they had seen very little, if any use so far. There was a smaller galley attached to the half dozen rooms, allowing food and drink to be delivered without being exposed to the rest of the people aboard the ship.[I don’t know ... what do the Fa’iir even eat?][You can.