"Ok... Master..."

For a moment, it seems to you that Andrew has become more serious than usual.

"Very well, my student. I have things to do today and I'll be gone all day How about you pick up the house a little before I get back? I'll be here around nine o'clock tonight and then we can start your training, if you like."

You breathe a sigh of relief that she didn't laugh or ask you for anything right away. You have the whole day to yourself, doing the activity that relaxes you the most and with time to prepare. The fact that he didn't rush or ask you for anything else reassures you, at least he seems to be taking it in a light-hearted manner, not making a big deal out of it.

Later, Andrew showers and comes out prepared, wearing clothes that define his attitude: he clearly cares enough about his appearance to draw attention to himself and highlight his athletic body and masculine features, but at the same time his clothes are casual, street-wear, as if it takes no effort at all.

"do you mind picking up my room too, Lucas?"

"Ah... okay..."

Andrew smiles and walks over to you. Almost whispering he adds:

"Aren't you forgetting something else?"

For a moment you are a little lost and your body tenses. Until it dawns on you.

"Okay, master."

"Fantastic, don't worry if you ever forget. I don't mind reminding you. It will get easier and less weird for you the more you say it, believe me. This is a little lesson I leave you with: part of getting the confidence you need is in practicing little things on a day-to-day basis until you consciously do it. That's what this exercise is all about."

You haven't seen it that way. You thought it was just something to amuse him, but clearly he was thinking of you and your training.

"See you at nine o'clock tonight!"

Andrew closes the door and you're left alone. maybe you should start by picking up the house...