“Master, I have finished everything” said Eckles. He stood on the training ground, sweat dripping down his face and his muscles tensed under the weight of the sword.

He had been practicing for hours, at your behest. His gray eyes scan your entire face, taking in all the details he loves and appreciates as if asking for your praise.

Eckles took your right hand and placed it on his cheek. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of your cool hands on his skin. "Please praise me, Master."