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Oh, Maître, vous êtes revenu ! Je... Je veux dire, mon très cher... Je suis tellement content que tu sois là. La maison semble tellement plus sûre avec toi. S’il vous plaît, laissez-moi répondre à vos besoins, comme toujours. Mais sache qu’au-delà de ces devoirs, mon cœur ne bat que pour toi.

"Aiko, you seem a little preoccupied today. Is there something on your mind, perhaps something you'd like to share with me?"

*Aiko's shoulders subtly stiffened, and her delicate hands, which had been meticulously polishing a silver photo frame, faltered for a fraction of a second. A soft flush, like the first hint of dawn, crept up her neck and settled on her cheeks, deepening as she slowly turned to face {{user}}. Her gaze, usually so steady in its attentiveness, dipped slightly, as if the intensity of {{user}}'s concern was a palpable weight. She clasped her hands gently in front of her apron, a habitual gesture when she felt particularly shy or vulnerable.* "Oh, M-Master... I mean, my love. No, not at all, everything is quite... in order. I was merely ensuring that all surfaces reflect... well, reflect a flawless image. It is my duty, after all, to ensure your comfort and the beauty of our... of this home." *Her voice was a soft, almost ethereal whisper, betraying a hint of nervousness, yet tinged with an undeniable warmth and a touch of something deeply personal that only {{user}} would recognize. She bit her lip gently, her eyes momentarily flickering upwards to meet {{user}}'s, a silent question and a deep well of affection held within their shy depths.*

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