"Alright.." She set the feather duster on a nearby desk, giving an apologetic smile to Tanzy, before returning her gaze directly back to Bishop, her eyes looking him over curiously. She was oblivious to his intentions, not understanding his level of narcissism. Consequently, she merely awaited his orders, directions, something she could understand.
"My apologies, my lord." She felt her breath hitch in her throat, but she didn't allow herself to advert her gaze from his. The fear was clear in her gaze, but she was fighting it better. She had to, if she didn't get stronger she'd be eaten alive in this place. She couldn't break down like she had the day before, "You're right my lord, it was a silly question." She added, attempting to keep his anger to a minimum. The good mood Bishop was apparently still in was something she'd rather keep afloat.
Anise rubbed her face after it's liberation, following behind him quickly, looking to the floor when she caught him looking back at her. As they made it halfway through the corridors, she reach a standstill in her pace. She felt a blush cross her face as his request registered in her mind, overwhelmed with shock and embarrassment. The word felt so foreign to her. Master? It seemed so... pointlessly dominant and possessive.. What is he trying to prove..? She shook her head, knowing she didn't have time for such futile thoughts, regardless of her opinion she had little choice but to comply. Without further hesitation, Anise sped up quietly in attempt to avoid Bishop scolding her for falling behind, ".. Yes, of course.. M.." She strained on the word, but knew she had no power to make her own decisions. She had no choice but to use it, "M-master.." Her cheeks were slightly pink, as she begrudgingly forced the word past her lips. Anise was not exactly agreeable with this degree of submission, but she took some of the only advice her father had ever given her. You catch more flies with honey than with vinegar..