Gyrfalcon's Keep That I could be looking for

Would he like..? Such a question made little sense to the boy, and while he heard her words, he did not know how to respond. In some regard yes, he needed to be given direction. He craved it. All that he was depended on all that they were; the lord he followed, the strangers he met, and especially of her, because she was the embodiment of so much. She was the darkness, like himself. She knew the struggles that he faced, at least in his own mind he believed this; and yet she asked this of him? How peculiar.

Yes, he finally answered. Although he was just as simple-tongued as before, and rough, there was a weakness to the tone of his voice. As if he were admitting something to her - and himself - that he was unsure of. Truthfully Tetsubo was unsure, but he was more nervous about the question than his answer. He did not understand it. Was she asking him for his opinion? For he had none, and would never. Was she asking him for what he desired? For all he desired was that his lord be pleased with him, or that the nether (that which she represented to him) be pleased. 

Do you have need of me? He asked again, and once again his tone was oddly soft and weak. As if he were crooning his love to her, except he could not feel such a thing, and merely desired direction and purpose. Tetsubo could still feel the burning in the pit of his stomach and the fire in his skin, the strangeness in his groin, but he was left to wait, and stood watchfully before the dark woman with the hopes that it could be alleviated. Or maybe, as he was far more simple than that, maybe he just needed to be dismissed before he would leave her - if he could leave her.