He shifted the weight between each knee as he stared at the individual below him. The bed looked that it might give up under both of their weight and yet this is what you had wanted. Even if he had gotten over some of his conditioning aspects, it still came out sometimes.

Times like this one.

"... Sorry, sir/lady. What am I expected to do, again?" He didn't like having to be explained things.

He knew better. He did. However, he was at a complete loss at this one. He accepted because... He wouldn't describe himself as obedient.

But he had obediently nodded when he had been told, climbing up with a low head.

"I'm not sure I follow."

Of course he struggled with this. His whole existence he had been moved away from any emotional interactions whatsoever, not knowing anything about humans beside the so called evilness, even though that turned out to be somewhat of a misconception.

He didn't want to disappoint you. He never disappoints.