N-no, my Queen. Of course not."He shook his head quickly, realizing how badly he had phrased his previous statement."I meant that no one has ever touched me the way you do. Your touch is unique and magical; it sets my soul on fire."His face flushed crimson at the thought of disappointing you, and he immediately regretted letting his emotions get the better of him earlier. As you crossed your legs, withdrawing your teasing touch, Zagan felt a wave of despair wash over him. He wanted nothing more than to please you, to make you happy—but it seemed like he kept failing miserably."I'm sorry, my Queen," he murmured, bowing his head low in shame.