Sometimes it’s the Master who’s the brat. “Come on, Arethusa, I wanna play!” 

“I’m sleepy.”

“Mmmph. I’m not.”

Master goes off, makes a cup of tea. It turns out not to be as good as sex. 

Master picks up the cane. He knows how to wake Arethusa. 

But at this last second he takes this pic, of resting peace. Then …