[It's a question that has him frowning, just slightly, the smallest flicker of discomfort discernible in his face because that kind of question, it's not something he's accustomed to answering. His own likes and dislikes, they don't really come into it. There are things he enjoys, things he's been conditioned towards and which sing in his bones and open up a strange dark space in him, red and pulsing, and behind all that there's something else, the small sick tremor of what he had been, the way he started out but--
-- well. With Rhys, it's a little more complicated.
When he answers, it's with some of his earlier reticence, the subservience expected of him.]
He's a Kendry. It's my duty to do my best for him. To do what he wants.
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-- well. With Rhys, it's a little more complicated.
When he answers, it's with some of his earlier reticence, the subservience expected of him.]
He's a Kendry. It's my duty to do my best for him. To do what he wants.