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There was no shortage of pretty females with pleasant scents in Farsuitwail. Her hair was close to the same color of most Exiled, but her whiskey-colored eyes gave her an almost-exotic look. She was tall for a human, with an hourglass figure.
    “Your ward. What does that mean?” She lifted her chin with a hint that defiance lurked just under the surface of her calm demeanor.
    “It means you need taking care of and I’m taking care of you. Is this your version of ‘playing nice’?”
    She looked away. “I don’t know the rules. That woman dumped me here. What am I supposed to think?”
    “You’re supposed to think this is your lucky day. You’re not going to die. You’re not going to be harmed. You’re safe. So why are you acting like you’re a prisoner and I’m the enemy?”
    She sniffed. “I’m not used to people doing stuff without expecting something in return. What are you expecting in return?”
    “Common courtesy.”
    “What else?”
    He thought about it for a minute. “Do you know how to cook?”
    She laughed and shook her head. “I know how to steal tortillas out of the back of a taco truck.”
    “I’m not going to pretend that I understood any of that except the part about stealing. So let’s focus on that. Stealing is frowned upon here. Don’t do it.”
    “What if I’m hungry?”
    “There’s a pub downstairs that serves good food. A Far Scar. I’ll introduce you to the owner. If you’re hungry, go there and order something. It’ll go on my tab.”
    “Just walk in and say, ‘Give me food?’”
    “I hope you’ll manage to be a little more polite?”
    “Please, sir, may I have a little food?”
    Charming blinked. “I’ll have a few choice words for Rosie next time I see her. Meanwhile, it looks like I’m stuck being your benefactor. It wouldn’t hurt you to act like you appreciate it.”
    “My benefactor. Woo woo.” She mocked the way Charming said benefactor.
    He stood fuming for a full minute before saying, “Your room is down that hallway. The one on the left. Let me know what else you need and I’ll get it for you.”
    She stood up straight, looking interested. “Get it for me. Like just, get it for me?”
    “Yes. Like just get it for you.”
    “And what do you get out of it? I mean it’s not that you’re not cute and all, but I don’t like being told who to blow.”
    Charming would have given just about anything if he hadn’t felt his dick twitch in his pants, but unfortunately amidst all the strange things she said that he didn’t understand, he did happen to know what humans meant by ‘blow’. He turned pink around the ears when he understood what she was suggesting, that he intended to use her as a sex slave in return for room and board. And although that idea had enormous appeal as a fantasy, he was not the kind of male who would force himself on someone. Nor would he ever need to.
    “So long as you’re here, you will not be told who to blow.”
    “Or fuck.”
    “No. You’re free to do what you want about that, too.” He turned away, but stopped as the seeds of curiosity took root. Turning back to her, he said, “Have you been in a situation where somebody made you do things you didn’t want to do?”
    Although Charming had been born free, his parents’ generation had been held as research subjects and the idea of forced compliance was still very raw with his people.
    She raised her chin when she turned to look at him. “None of your business. And what was the deal with that woman? She’s there. Then she’s not. And she moved us around like, I don’t know like what.”
    “None of your business,” Charming replied in kind.
    “Oh. Charming.” She said it in her most sarcastic tone.
    “What?”
    “Nothing.”
    She started to walk toward the hallway in the direction he’d pointed. As she passed him, he inhaled involuntarily and found that her scent was not only pleasant, but arousing as well.
    “And take that with you.”
    When she turned,