Haunted Wood Dancing with the Devil

That's right. His voice remained as soft as his bass tones would allow, a reverberating tenderness that those who knew him could pick apart his lies and deceit immediately. Vomit at the poor acting he had offered in order to "care" for the little one who had now cuddled up to his thick frame. 

What a pity... He observed her scars, the young woman had been abused in a past life - to the point where she possibly buried those memories deep within the crevices of her mind. But what good could she be for him if he chooses to bring her in, to use her to his advantage... to take this lack of memory of hers to his to use and mold as he likes?

Luckily for you... He begins, slowly as if he was still unsure about his decision as if this would be the best thing he could offer her and nothing else. That he would be troubled to offer such a thing that was to come from hos foul breath. This is my home. I suppose... you could stay. But - his words cut off abruptly, paw reaching down to try and force her to look up at him as his next words came barreling off his tongue. What are you good at, little angel? We can't have you eating our meals for nothing in return.

This was it, this is what would decide her fate. What did she have to offer in exchange for his generous offer?