[Privacy is fine. It means Tamamo can let her hair down, so to speak.

Because once they're in the room, she releases his arm, such a casual motion that contradicts how tightly she held him up to this point. Her eyes, golden like a sunset, have slitted like a feline]

But of course, Master.

[Still using that title without irony.]

I'm quite eager to discuss the particulars with you. How such a man with no knowledge of Heroic Spirits would agree to my terms this easily.