As much as she had come to loathe the court here, she had at least become familiar with them, if not by name then by face. She knew their individual moods, what set them off, whose attention to avoid at all costs. But this man...this man was a stranger. He was an unknown variable, a threat whom she had yet to fully understand. She had no idea of his temperament, of whether or not this polite air was just a facade for a much crueler personality. The guard had called him a "trainer" as well, which raised further red flags in her mind. Train how? Through coercion, or cruelty?<br/><br/>Though clearly troubled by these thoughts, she didn't voice them aloud, instead she would only continue to regard him with that same wariness. "Brenwyn," she said quietly in response to his question, "or just 'Wyn'." She was almost surprised he had asked. It was far more common for the vampires to refer to her by other names such as "You", "Girl", or "Brat", than her proper name, or even the nickname she was known by among her fellow slaves. "I'm assuming you have a name as well?" It was a rather forward thing to ask, possibly something not her place to demand, though when had she ever been a model servant? "And just what, if you don't mind me asking, does being your 'pet' entail?"