Sparrow certainly didn't know. At first she'd expected that he wanted to watch her strip, but that order never came; he just studied her before standing behind her and complimenting her hair.

"I'm glad you like it, sir." The Shade had told her to dress for comfort now, and she wondered if he would appreciate it if she wore the color purple more often. Pleasing her master usually meant things were easier for her. This one didn't appear to have any anger for her yet, though.

She closed her eyes as the Shade stroked her hair, trying to remember the last time someone had touched her so gently. This wasn't even foreplay, this was just petting. It was as if she was some nervous animal he had just taken home, which was more or less accurate.

Was that all he wanted for now? Sparrow's tense stance softened as he stroked her shoulders and her sides, shivering a little as his large hands encircled her waist. He tugged her back against him and she leaned back, letting her head rest on his chest as she breathed in. If he wanted a pet, fine; she could get used to this.