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It seemed to her that the man was enjoying himself, though she couldn't not name why. She, of course, had no way of knowing that he was relishing the power he held over her, because he hadn't asserted himself over her in any unacceptable way. She let her own curiosity go; it was unimportant for her to know anything about him. The purpose of this was for him to know everything he needed about her.
She saw the slight expression of confusion, but it didn't bother her as it would have some. In all honesty, her skill was such that she was no longer self-conscious about her small size. Locked beneath the solitude-bought slimness and the short stature was a fighter. She had no reason to insist this to him, for he didn't question her further than the simple tilt of his pale face. Emmure locked eyes with him; truly this time. Though the flawless yellow daunted her, she felt comfortable with the contact. She needed him to know that the words she next spoke were entirely sincere. "I will." And she added a slight but elegant nod. She would follow the laws of Dahlia de Mai. All she asked in return was a safe place to call her home until next it was time for a change.