There they went again, talking about her as if she weren't there. It grated on Karie's nerves but she knew it would be pointless to do anything about it. She recalled what had happened the last time she tried to be noticed as a person and had suffered for it greatly. Even now, she wasn't all the way certain she was in the clear. Galos had stared at her intensely when she'd uttered that sigh mistakenly. To distract herself, Karie focused on the food before her. They always ensured she was fed well and with food rich with iron and lots of sugar. She crossed her legs beneath the table and accidentally rubbed her toes up along Galos' leg. Her entire body went still and she waited for a response. When he continued to converse, listening to his sire, she slowly let out the breath being held and very carefully pulled her foot aside.<br/><br/>It brought her back to the topic being discussed. Karie started listening at the perfect moment, though such could be subject to debate, for it was when his sire asked to taste for himself. Head snapped up and her eyes looked straight at Galos. Already her eyes were begging him no. How could he?! It was one thing to be subject to the 'donating', it was another to be passed around as if she were but a vessel. It made her feel dirty and even lesser than before. Water pooled in her eyes when she watched him come to a decision. Karie quickly lowered her head so that the tears could fall quickly to the napkin in her lap and not smudge evidence on her face. There was a sense of betrayal and further hatred for how her life had turned out. Karie wasn't given much time to wallow for Galos motioned for her to move towards the sire.<br/><br/>There was no way in hell.... she felt the kick under the table and jumped in her seat. It stung where his foot made contact, knowing it would bruise later.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b3b3">"I hate you,"</span>she whispered very low as she set the napkin down onto the table, not caring if he could hear it or not. Karie rose from her chair in a smooth, fluid fashion. The chair was pushed or pulled back from where she sat by a servant standing by. She would not cower as they did, though the sire's presence was so very intimidating. Her walk was tall, proud and full of tension of her loathing. The closer she moved away from Galos, the more she wished she could have remained at his side.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b3b3">"I noticed, sir,"</span>she addressed the sire when her eyes lifted to his face when she became in close proximity to him,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b3b3">"that you did not even ask for my name. Certainly, I cannot be the only one."</span>If only she had kept her mouth shut. Karie paused and lifted her hand across the table and his plate, bearing her wrist towards him. If he wanted it, he'd have to reach for it himself. There was so much expression in her eyes, even though she tried to hide it. Anger, resentment, pride, loathing, judging, and curiosity. Yet, she acted like the perfect lady this entire time.