This time it was Lambert who forced her to turn back.
“Anya?”
She turned to face him, equine features questioning, the perfect servant at her master’s behest.
“Why was your “Mentor” so angry with you for making your offer to me?”
“As I explained, Master: our positions as master and servant prevent what I mistakenly suggested. Physical interaction of any kind between a non-believer such as yourself and a believer is proscribed unless there is a change in both our working and private relationship.”
“Then it’s not impossible?” he asked, the possibility her “Spiritual guide” might consider his bathing, massaging and sucking of her toes “Physical interaction” not occurring to him.
She gave it some thought of her own, as if considering such an eventuality for the first time.
Making him wa
