Learning to do

No matter what Aslatiel might be becoming, she was in the here and now a respected, strong-minded wolf with tenacity and patience. She honoured a simple slave with simple measures of kindness, and sought his company like he mattered. To Basilisk, Aslatiel was the entire world. And truly, he had never seen a more exotic nor beautiful wolf in all his days.

He asked for her opinion, and he opened his mouth to fall upon one of his standard platitudes, and then found himself pausing. From what he knew of Asla thus far, she preferred him to pre-made remarks reordered for every occasion. When she asked his opinion, she meant it. He couldn’t simply defer to her better judgment. He had to actually choose. Sigh. Who knew a slave had to use their noggen?

However, judging by the small bits of information before him, the excitement in her tone, and the mention of leaving out her armour, he could make an assessment of her preference. Ah! A loophole. “It would be my honour to spar against you, My Lady. I feel it would be the expeditious method of testing my ability to yours, and seeing where I need to improve to stand by your side.”