The man was silent for a moment... and she could see him sneak a glance at her.

She noticed that he was looking her over. Her body.

He could tell she was wearing something under her uniform... and being what she was, Roxie could tell... he liked it.

Something inside him liked it. A lot.

"Hm. Is that so." he said.

"I'll commit that to memory." he told her.

"Seems you are a woman of... many talents." he added.

The mean let out a low drawn-out sound that was somewhere between a moan and a gurgle... before sighing heavily.

"Much." he said.

"And by that, I mean considerably." he clarified.

"My sweet tooth is still bothering me, but you said you would take care of that as well." he went on.

"For now, this was JUST what I needed." he finished, before moving into a sitting position and completely wrapping the towel around his waist, so he was not exposing himself.

"I will inform the kitchen that you are on your way." he then told her, essentially saying that she should make haste and get there as quick as possible, to have the dish made.

"My room." he responded.

"Specifically, my own private washroom." he clarified.

"I will return there and soak in the tub to help further calm myself." he told her.

"Bring it to me there, alongside a wine you feel is appropriate for it." he continued further.

"My wine selection is second-to-none. Whichever one you tell my personal sommelier, he will find it." he assured her further, standing up.

"Now make haste." he said.

"I detest being made to wait." he smirked.

As soon as she lightly kicked the door, she saw that it opened slightly, as it hadn't been closed fully. And she guessed that was on purpose.

"I am in my washroom!" she heard.

With that, she pushed the door open, and made her way to the open door of the man's private washroom, stepping inside to see him in the large whirlpool tub... though it was clear he hadn't been in their long. The mirror and glass were only barely steaming up.

"I DO hope this works." he said to her.

"Prior to this bath, I had to deal with a rather bothersome and lengthy phone call from my stockbroker." he told her.

"I swear, sometimes I have to do his job FOR him." he growled.

The man sighed quietly.

"Maybe." he said.

"This was his second strike." he told her. "One more, and he's let go." he said further.

He then looked at the dessert and wine she had brought, pouring some of the liquid, and taking a slice of the cake.

He brought the cake close towards him, eyeing it with scrutiny. He took a bite of it... and after a second, his eyes lit up.

"...oh." he said.

"Oh, this... already, this is... divine!"

The man was distracted by the cake for a moment, before he looked over towards Roxie... and got an eyeful of the view she was intentionally giving him.

And she could tell he liked it.

It was plain to see.

"...yes... yes, you did." he said.

"And you were right." he told her further, before clearing his throat a little.

"Ah! Yes, please prepare my clothing." he then said, altering the discussion slightly.

"I have an evening meeting with someone, and need my dark blue attire." he told her.

Roxie could tell. She was chipping away at his will.

"....." the man was silent, before clearing his throat lightly.

"Yes." he said.

"Bring me the white and blue bath bomb." he told her.

"And place it in the water." he finished.

Roxie got up and grabbed it, and had to smirk and withhold a chuckle when she saw what the name of it was:

Purity

She was pondering this for a few more minutes, before she heard someone else step onto the patio.

"Oh!" Tannyll exclaimed.

"Sorry, Miss Roxie." he apologised.

"I didn't know you were here." he admitted.

"I was just stepping up here to get some fresh air, and get away from everyone for a moment." he continued.

"I can leave if you like." he finished, turning to walk back down the stairs.

Tannyll froze for a moment, before shaking his head and turning around.

"Not at all." he said.

"You're the one person I really like the most in this place." he told her.

"I... don't really like anyone else..." he mumbled quietly as he got closer.

"This place... I don't really... like it..." he then seemed to admit candidly, before clasping a hand over his mouth, a shocked and horrified expression on his face.

"Please don't tell Master!" he begged in a panicked tone.

"....." Tannyll was silent, before sighing.

"I dunno, just... the people here..." he said.

"They're either snappish and rude and angry, or they're... weird. Like, they don't remember stuff." he told her.

"It's just... unnerving." he went on.

"I feel like I don't really belong here."