He's not happy, but I'll explain myself.

You enter the throne room and it is to find your master sitting upon his throne, glowing red eyes already fixed upon the point you entered from. You feel a chill go down your spine as he glares at you through the shadowed eye slit in his helmet and you know he is displeased. It is no wonder that is the case, though, as your master had called for you before you had decided to avail yourself of your pet's charms. You should have known better than to let your urges drive you like that, but you could not help it as it both felt like something you wanted to do and like something you needed to do in order to more firmly hold your pet.

"Minion. You're late.", comes your master's voice and you hear a cackling from beside him and look to see the hooded figure of his majordomo there, the man(?) taking pleasure in the master's displeasure with you.

You are quick to move to the front of the throne and drop to your knee, bowing your head before your master in respect and contrition, your pointed ears wilting under his anger. "Minion is sorry, Master.", you say and you hear Uldar's cackling stop and feel something like...surprised interest coming from your master.

"You can speak now? Common, at that? And with more skill than an average goblin.", your master states and, again, you have that feeling that he may be smiling behind his faceplate once more, "Interesting. I had not expected you to master language until you'd heard more. You're sharper than I expected, my minion."

You feel a bit of pride at that, but then that feeling is pushed aside as your master continues on in a more reprimanding tone.

"But obviously not sharp enough to know better than to keep your master waiting.", he says in a dangerously quiet voice, "What was it that kept you, my minion?"

"Pet needed closeness. Needed know Minion is her master. Needed feel connected so will obey more.", you explain and chance a look up at him, "I want be good master to Pet like you good master to Minion. I think I do good. Pet give herself willingly to me. Wanted be good pet. I train her good."

Again, you feel a bit of more positive regard coming from your master at your explanation. "Is that so? She is already subservient to you, my minion? That is also impressive. To be able to break her and gain her loyalty so quickly.", he says and looks at you speculatively, "Perhaps you have more of me in you than I would expect. Good."

At those words, you know your master has forgiven your transgression, proving himself a just master once more. Though, from the soft curse your sensitive ears pick up from Uldar, you think that perhaps the majordomo would disagree. You don't care much for his opinion, however, as the hooded figure is not your better. As your master had told you when you first rose from the spawning pool, you owe fealty to none but the dark lord himself. You kneel to no other and so you shan't.

With the subject of your lateness put aside, your master moves on to the reason he summoned you.