The more she spoke. The more he was learning and even though he was grown and trained to be a beast, his mind did venture out to learn more. She was teaching him without much effort and that was because his mind craved something more. He would be a quick study but as for speaking, that would take some time. To form the sounds that she used were absolutely difficult that he had not been practicing in his life. Every time he saw her eyes, he could see the gears turning and that her mind was doing more than just viewing him as a prisoner. The genuine curiosity on her face was drawing him in. Her reward of jerky was not taken eagerly as he placed it at the edge of the cage to leave it. He was fed and watered and did not desire any more.<br/><br/><br/>Her compliments to him did not sink in only because he did not recognize them in her words. When she asked for his foot, the clicking in his mind ticked faster and as she showed him what she was after. He slipped his feet through the bars for her. He avoided the silver as best as he could and it stood mere inches away from his skin. He could feel the ill effects of the silver against his skin and in the areas closest to the bars it would begin to discolor and bruise as if the bars were poisoning him without touching. He lasted as long as he could until he had to pull his feet away and hoped she got what she wanted. He knew what silver was because his trainers always said it when they threatened the beasts with harm. He let his mind do the work for the moment as he decided to speak for once knowing it would make her happy. “Silver… Hurt…” He had to almost force out since it was hard for him to speak.