It all came crashing down

Something inside him panicked at the trust in her voice. His voice was a little hurried, as through trying to shove conviction into his tone. “This… we aren't friends, Ignita. I'm trusting you, because you're someone outside the sphere of family and politics here. Because I've dragged you into my circle, whether you like it or not. I don't do friends.” He told her. This… this was blurring the lines between slave and master. He hadn't intended to let her get close. 

He got back to his paws, shaking out his coat. “I'm giving you a respite while you recover from this, but you belong to me. You can ask, Little Slave, but I can't promise I'll answer.” He was physically, mentally, verbally, putting back those walls she had started to tear down. He didn't want to let her in, he wanted to use her and survive his ascension into leadership. That was the point of bringing her into the Armada. He wasn't his grandfather, he wasn't here to adopt every stray that looked at him with puppy dog eyes. In fact, realising he was susceptible to them panicked him a little.