Dust in the grass[open]

Dragneel heard it, the one thing he hated to hear, a question giving him a choice. While he did think for himself a lot, and wanted a master, he still liked to be told what to do. The boy flicked his ears to the stinging part of it. There was no trick to his act, he had a short temper but he'd never snap at someone in which they were in the same pack. Dragneel didn't want to be a slave, even though he enjoyed being told what to do. He thought for himself and was a vital warrior he was good at listening to orders and didn't like it when he was abused depending on his master. Though, just this one he would listen. It was in his best interest after all.

"Sounds reasonable, I don't see why not mistress." He used to title again with a shrug. Always refer to the males as lords, and to the females as mistress. Unless they requested specifically to be called by their name. That was the rule sitting in the back of his mind. Dragneel was a little servant boy, who enjoyed fighting was all. No act upon it at all.