New Beginnings

I must admit, Stephen hid any feelings he had very, very well. He knelt impassively as I surveyed him, his stance, and his expression. He didn't even shiver when I ran a hand across his shoulders. Hmmmm...still fully dressed, though. I pondered that for a moment and a slow, wicked smile curved my lips before I spoke.

"Stand, childe, and strip," I told him. He hesitated a moment, then stood, looking into my eyes as he pulled his t-shirt up, then over his head and tossed it aside. Wrong again. "No, pick that up and fold it neatly. You may set your clothing on the chair to your left." He nodded slightly, dropping his gaze as he retrieved the shirt and began folding.