[There’s something in the word Master that causes that smirk of his to sharpen, and he tilts his head thoughtfully to the side as he mentally chews on the response.]

How fortunate indeed. Lapdogs work best when pampered, after all.

[His shoulders roll up into a lazy shrug, and one hand is brought forward so that he can examine the beds of his nails.]

That’s quite alright, darling. If you’d prefer not to yap about, your silence suits me just fine.