Razor knew he fucked up to say the very least. He wasn't sure how to be like she wanted. To him it felt strange and not natural. She was asking him to change years upon years of learning to act indifferent over night. He hoped his actions even if they were a bit colder would show through to her. His amber eyes closed eyes for a second and pushed his hair away from his eyes.
"As you wish," he finally said. He left and went to the kitchens. He didn't send the food but instead cooked it himself. He wanted to try to make it up to her somehow and he figured this would be a start. It took him about an hour to finish what he was doing, but he was happy with it. It was rice with rare meat and vegetable on top with gravy. On the side was a fresh cake topped with fruit. He slowly put it all on a tray with a single red in the middle. In a glass he poured fresh blood left over from the meat as it had been cut from a fresh daily kill.
With that he walked back her carrying the tray. He walked into the room and set the tray beside her. "I'm sorry..." he muttered so low it wasn't even a whisper.
"As you wish," he finally said. He left and went to the kitchens. He didn't send the food but instead cooked it himself. He wanted to try to make it up to her somehow and he figured this would be a start. It took him about an hour to finish what he was doing, but he was happy with it. It was rice with rare meat and vegetable on top with gravy. On the side was a fresh cake topped with fruit. He slowly put it all on a tray with a single red in the middle. In a glass he poured fresh blood left over from the meat as it had been cut from a fresh daily kill.
With that he walked back her carrying the tray. He walked into the room and set the tray beside her. "I'm sorry..." he muttered so low it wasn't even a whisper.
