[ His brow furrows, hold tightening as he searches Sylvain's face. ]

You aren't my slave [ he says somewhat sharply. Well...fuck. ]

Not like that. The arrangement here is...different than outsiders expect. You are mine, but I am obligated to care for you, or the agreement would be void. [ That...didn't include breakfast in bed. It meant anyone truly abusing their pets was not allowed to possess them. But he realizes that makes it sound like he didn't want to do this so much as had to. He shakes his head. ]

I want to see you happy and relaxed. I want you to trust me. This place is strange, I know, but it is meant to be release, not punishment, and not servitude. Not like that, unless it's something you get heat from.