OOC here!
Dhiate looked at his master, his mistress. Most would call her iniquitous for doing this to him, and in truth, if she had been anyone else he'd have hated her. For some unfathomable reason, when he looked into her dark eyes he just couldn't bear the thought of hating her and it had nothing to do with attraction. Dhiate didn't quite understand it yet; he probably never would and Amy seemed just as confused as he.
Dhiate listened to her explanation calmly, but nothing registered in his mind. He was too naive, too young and inexperienced to understand. His innocence shone through his faded blue eyes like a beacon.
Finish? Dhiate filled with embarrassment. Finish? He'd only ever done this once and the 'finish' had been Hadley jumping off of him because he'd hurt Dhiate on accident. Why did this always happen to him? A loud swallow punctuated his expression. He truly had no idea what he was doing. This was all new to him, he had been acting on instinct. His dark tipped ears flicked sheepishly. He was so ashamed.
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