Shifting through shards

He leaned back a touch, giving her some space. Not enough room for her flee, but a small token gift. As if to say ‘see, I can reasonable when your words are agreeable’ he had her. That much was obvious, but what did he want to do with her now? He couldn't bring her home today. The Warlord hadn't left yet, and her presence would just make for awkward questions. Best not to distract Sirius from his packing.


“Hmmm, little slave. You can gather my belongings to start with.” He said, raising a paw and waving it over her body towards the scrap pile they had left behind. What he was going to do with that junk, he didn't know. Maybe Halo would find it useful. “Whats your name, slave?” He asked, sitting bacl on his hunches so she could get up and do his bidding. He was curious to see how and what he could push. How much would she hesitate? How many questions would she ask?