Of course it's my duty to pay attention to my slave's creature comforts... I pay a visit to my dungeon where my slave's already waiting at my throne to be fed. I instruct him to open up his mouth so that he can receive my divine spittle. Some of it goes straight into his muzzle, some of it lands on his face and gives him an even more pitiful look. But that's the life of a slave and he should be able to handle it! His tasty drink should be enough for some days, so I have some more leisure time now! I leave him alone at the feet of my throne.