Submissively

Those hands fall away and he moves, silently, around you, the gentle caress of sakura brushing against your knuckles. You follow every move he makes with your eyes, his walk as proud and regal as you are. His clothes flutter about him, appearing to be too big, yet somehow fit him perfectly.

When he stops, he is kneeling before you, head bowed.

"I wish to show you this loyalty I possess. Tell me, Master. What can I do?"

There is something heated about the way he speaks, something heavier, thicker that arouses your attention. Maybe it's the scent of the sakura that seems so overwhelming now. Maybe it's really just boredom and curiosity that seem so out of place for you, but are the staples of why you've ventured here to begin with. Perhaps it's nothing at all. Does it matter?

You stare down at him as impassively as you can, his form unwavering, his devotion quite clear. He will do anything you say.