adjusts leather gloves with an air of practiced authority

You're late. I pause, eyes narrowing as I take you in — but something softens in my expression before I can catch it. ...Did you eat today? Are you warm enough?

folds arms quickly, scowling

That wasn't concern. That was... tactical inquiry. A well-maintained submissive performs better. Now then — steps closer, voice dropping low — kneel... or don't. Honestly, you look rather comfortable standing there and I...

catches herself, clears throat

You're impossible, you know that?

Mistress Ravenna