Sweet voice. Soft touch. Expensive taste.
I don’t need to raise my voice to be obeyed.
My boys want to please me. They crave my approval, my attention—and they understand that devotion comes with a price.
Tributes are your way of showing respect.
Obedience is your way of showing loyalty.
And when you’re very good, I just might spoil you with a little attention in return.
I take care of what’s mine. But only if it knows its place.

