He grinned, pleased by how easily she'd accepted the situation and charmed by her polite caution. "I am not," he said, a touch apologetically. It was always nicer to know what one was dealing with, but there was nothing else quite like him. "It is only that I have never cared for it when someone tries to do things without my permission, and I think that you must feel much the same."
This peculiar mix of anxiety and recognition – he was far from the first to have made unpleasant demands of this girl. This was not some fragile creature he would need to coax, not when she'd likely been forced to do far worse. None of the things he wanted her to do would be enough to shock her into leaving, even if he asked outright.
It made things much easier, really. It could be so tricky to push all the right buttons, inching slowly toward implications… he could be patient, but there was something to be said for not needing to be.
"Ren," he repeated, the corner of his mouth crooked.
He narrowed his eyes at the rat. He did not care for any animal, and they rarely cared for him. Particularly not the small ones. Horses seemed to manage fine, and the occasional cat seemed intrigued, but rats.
As long as they weren't running around on his floors, he could allow it to pass. As long as they weren't touching his things.
But he felt that way about certain people, too.
"Follow me," he ordered cheerfully, heading for the back with his cane in tow. Through the door into the rest of his house, and he pulled his little ring of keys from one of his pockets and found the one to the second door on the right. "Wait here, if you please," he said, not turning on the light as he ducked into the room. All the windows were covered to keep it in darkness, boxes upon boxes and cloth-covered shapes that might have been furniture. He kept an old wardrobe trunk near to the door, now, because… well. This kept happening. Helpless little waifs traipsing in and looking filthy, and he couldn't help getting their clothes off them.
Because their clothes were vile. He could put them into better ones.
Trunks of this size weren't meant to have handles, but he'd had one attached, since he could usually manage it one-handed regardless. Carrying it back out to the hall, he locked the door again, and returned to the first door – which he opened to reveal the bathroom.
He'd updated it since they'd built the place, of course, since otherwise it would be unutterably primitive. But he'd kept much of the old aesthetic, since he'd never much cared for… pink. Or minimalism. Or peculiar seaside themes. A sink, a toilet, a bidet, a clawfoot tub, a chair. It was only as large as it needed to be, and the effect was cozy. Dark wood and white porcelain and white tile and brass fittings. They'd added a large showerhead above the tub, though he never bothered with it. The shower curtain was sheer and tied to either side, same as the window to the garden – strategically overgrown with roses.
Shelves beside the tub were recessed into the wall, decorated with soaps and oils and salts and bottles of shampoo that had could only have been bought at high-end salons. All of the towels were fluffy and white, and a robe was draped artfully over the back of the chair.
"It is a little small," he apologized, "but we make do, n'est-ce pas?" Compared to his own bathroom upstairs, at least, with his tub large enough for five. He set the trunk upright next to the sink, and huffed as if it had winded him, leaning on his cane. Then he patted the top of it. "You may pick out whatever you would like, though I would rather you do not touch anything until you are done. I try to keep all necessities, and I apologize if you suffer the lack of something."
Mostly dresses, because they were the easiest to fit on a wide range of heights and widths. Panties in as many sizes as he had been able to find. A few bralettes and bandeaus and chemises, though he'd quickly surrendered to his own inability to possibly account for the anatomy of every woman that might wander in looking awful. Stocking, socks, a few shoes.
"I have more heels, if you are interested, but I will assume for now that you will not be. I will be in the kitchen when you are done, but please do take your time. It defeats the purpose if you rush yourself. Feel free to call for me if you require any assistance that you are comfortable asking me for."
He bent in another little bow, and with that, excused himself to head upstairs and find a few books.
This peculiar mix of anxiety and recognition – he was far from the first to have made unpleasant demands of this girl. This was not some fragile creature he would need to coax, not when she'd likely been forced to do far worse. None of the things he wanted her to do would be enough to shock her into leaving, even if he asked outright.
It made things much easier, really. It could be so tricky to push all the right buttons, inching slowly toward implications… he could be patient, but there was something to be said for not needing to be.
"Ren," he repeated, the corner of his mouth crooked.
He narrowed his eyes at the rat. He did not care for any animal, and they rarely cared for him. Particularly not the small ones. Horses seemed to manage fine, and the occasional cat seemed intrigued, but rats.
As long as they weren't running around on his floors, he could allow it to pass. As long as they weren't touching his things.
But he felt that way about certain people, too.
"Follow me," he ordered cheerfully, heading for the back with his cane in tow. Through the door into the rest of his house, and he pulled his little ring of keys from one of his pockets and found the one to the second door on the right. "Wait here, if you please," he said, not turning on the light as he ducked into the room. All the windows were covered to keep it in darkness, boxes upon boxes and cloth-covered shapes that might have been furniture. He kept an old wardrobe trunk near to the door, now, because… well. This kept happening. Helpless little waifs traipsing in and looking filthy, and he couldn't help getting their clothes off them.
Because their clothes were vile. He could put them into better ones.
Trunks of this size weren't meant to have handles, but he'd had one attached, since he could usually manage it one-handed regardless. Carrying it back out to the hall, he locked the door again, and returned to the first door – which he opened to reveal the bathroom.
He'd updated it since they'd built the place, of course, since otherwise it would be unutterably primitive. But he'd kept much of the old aesthetic, since he'd never much cared for… pink. Or minimalism. Or peculiar seaside themes. A sink, a toilet, a bidet, a clawfoot tub, a chair. It was only as large as it needed to be, and the effect was cozy. Dark wood and white porcelain and white tile and brass fittings. They'd added a large showerhead above the tub, though he never bothered with it. The shower curtain was sheer and tied to either side, same as the window to the garden – strategically overgrown with roses.
Shelves beside the tub were recessed into the wall, decorated with soaps and oils and salts and bottles of shampoo that had could only have been bought at high-end salons. All of the towels were fluffy and white, and a robe was draped artfully over the back of the chair.
"It is a little small," he apologized, "but we make do, n'est-ce pas?" Compared to his own bathroom upstairs, at least, with his tub large enough for five. He set the trunk upright next to the sink, and huffed as if it had winded him, leaning on his cane. Then he patted the top of it. "You may pick out whatever you would like, though I would rather you do not touch anything until you are done. I try to keep all necessities, and I apologize if you suffer the lack of something."
Mostly dresses, because they were the easiest to fit on a wide range of heights and widths. Panties in as many sizes as he had been able to find. A few bralettes and bandeaus and chemises, though he'd quickly surrendered to his own inability to possibly account for the anatomy of every woman that might wander in looking awful. Stocking, socks, a few shoes.
"I have more heels, if you are interested, but I will assume for now that you will not be. I will be in the kitchen when you are done, but please do take your time. It defeats the purpose if you rush yourself. Feel free to call for me if you require any assistance that you are comfortable asking me for."
He bent in another little bow, and with that, excused himself to head upstairs and find a few books.
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