"Ruby,"
One word. Spoken strongly, with no emotions shown. She hadn't expected there would be, of course. He was addressing her, not holding a conversation.
"Come here."
She crossed the room to him. Bright eyes connected with cold for a moment, before her gaze lowered respectfully. He was her master, not a friend. Never a friend, even if she tried.
Standing close to him, her lips remained closed, allowing him the first word.
He didn't speak another word, though; his lips quickly met hers gently instead.
Awfully unexpected.
"Been wanting to do that a while." Milo smirked against her lips.