Good, good.

"So," she asks after her performance is finished, "what did you think?"

"Better than I could have ever imagined."

"Spark any premonitions?"

"Perhaps some ideas."

"Oh good."

Blush! 

And her gaze drops to the floor, shyly.

"Let me know when you might be ready to act on any of them," she purrs.

Her padawan - Skywalker - is so, so pretty and wonderful, and - 

Anakin wants to be told what to do, she thinks, still looking at the floor. She's out of her depth, and... She wants Skywalker to command her, maybe, and would even if she knew what she was doing here. 

"I am when - whenever you want me."

"I want you now."

Soft 'oh.'

Then, without actual real input from her brain: "Yes ma'am."

"Good girl."

Her eyes go extremely wide. "I - try," she murmurs, gaze dropping a bit again.

Hee.

Blush!

"Do you - want me to tell you my ideas, then?" She bites back a ma'am, but - actually - "Ma'am," she adds without much of a delay at all.

"Please do, Anakin."

"I have very fine control over objects," she says, "Even if I can't wield them in my own hand..."

She'd intended to offer to use that to - mimic - what she'd watched Skywalker do to herself, but - "I could take over more of - serving you." Blush. "More than just by making breakfast." 

"I would like that very much."

"Whatever pleases you."

She'll describe exactly what would.

She has a lot of fun obeying, executing Skywalker's every order perfectly.

Very, very good girl.

Anakin's delight is immensely loud in the Force, there for Skywalker to peruse, to do whatever she wants with. 

And Anakin's not going to be the one of them who gets tired. 

Skywalker basks in Anakin's happiness and this keeps her going longer than she would otherwise-

But all good things must eventually come to an end. At least for now.

This good thing is one that can rise anew rather easily, at least.

Anakin makes dinner that night and serves Skywalker reverently.

"Thank you, Anakin."