The few minutes or seconds before he answered were painfully long for the young Alpha, she had wished he had spoken inmidiately, but he took his time analyzing her words and thinking about his own. She had forgotten Sitri had a particular way of speaking, not that she minded, she listened to his gruff voice and smiled slightly as he seemed to accept her low quality apology.
She was, however, quite confused when Sitri called himself a slave. Was that what he was? Was that loyalty and fierceness which with he served Jinx all forced? She had thought he was driven to act by heart and perhaps that was what she envied the most. "You..were a slave?" she asked while sinking her eyes into his face, "You don't have to be my slave. I'd own you of course but I'd be your friend too. the thought of having a servant was tempting but she didn't want to abuse of the man; he had after all a good heart under all those scars.
