slip it under my tongue

Maeve

The compliment earns him a bright smile and her eyes shine with a sudden fondness for the man before her. Maeve can't help preen at the praise. Always one seeking to please, it does wonders for her mood when those around her acknowledge her efforts. While Maeve is not like Molly when it comes to business practices, she is still a woman and being sweet with her will get you far. Something he is already seeming to figure out. "Well, aren't you a sweetheart." She drawls, moving further into the room towards the closet that they converted for storage. Maeve finds him another towel and something dry to wear for the time being, setting it on the edge of the bed.

Maeve breezes back to him, taking his face between her hands as she looks him over with a critical eye, "You could use a bit of cleaning up. We can both agree on that, love. Take your time, though. I'll add you into the rotation. You have two days off a week. Once you're more sure of your routine you can tell me what days you'd prefer." She strokes her thumbs over his stubbled cheeks gently, holding his face like a mother might a child. After a moment longer she releases him and makes her way towards the door once more. "Should you ever need me, my quarters are just upstairs. My door is always open unless I am otherwise occupied."

when you are not fed love on a silver spoon
you learn to lick it off of knives