How May I Be Of Service

Everything that Chimera said to him was absorbed and clung to as if they were actual orders. He'd never been given a decision for his own life before, so choosing to live in the bungalow he was given or finding a new place was a no-brainer, he'd easily stay where he was put. He nodded along with everything the man said, listening intently and memorizing his words.

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir." He nodded a final time, thankful to at least have some expectations and direction. He knew at least how to keep himself clean, something he's often been required to maintain in the past for his nightly tasks. Getting cleaned up sounded like the first thing that was expected of him, and so he was somewhat eager to do so as if it would please Chimera and Erystotle to be getting to his expectations so quickly.

"Speech."