Pandora's reaction is small but instantaneous. Her narrow shoulders hunch slightly, spine stiffening. He hasn't even raised his voice, but the displeasure is obvious. Keeping her gaze low - on the cups, the kettle, the cookies - seems best. "I don't see why you would concern yourself-"

Her tongue darts out, quick and pink, to wet her lips. It's an interesting position to be in, this new wariness and the old urge to push back. "It's not- you act as if it isn't that way for everyone. Submissives can't even buy necessities without permission from a dominant. What would you call that, if not property?"