A man like Kadyle was used to being in focus, and there was no doubt he had Aly's attention, but it could be a contradiction to know what angle she was seeing him from. Vokalt sometimes shared his monochrome view of the world with him, and he sometimes wondered how that might be for her. Her eyes were not in her own head, even if he liked to look there for their conversations. His wolf lingered close, but knew his master didn't want the smaller animal too spooked now. Maybe the ferret could feel something different with the lord of this manor.<br/><br/>Kadyle stroked her shoulder, the one where her familiar sat on, and let that hand glide higher, tickling the magical thing on its head before putting light pressure with three fingers against Aly's jaw. She was used to very gentle touches, today his hands moved with more purpose. If she'd been a more experienced soul, she'd recognize this kind of density in contact to mean assumed possession. His head fell slightly to one side as he looked her over. Jin was free to see that from the side, and think what it wanted from it.<br/><br/>"How long have you been here now, Aly?" he asked as he continued to examine her face, moving his closer to those useless eyes. They'd always reminded him of ornaments, like the most exclusive jewelry, gems from his own mine set in her skull. What else were the eyes of the blind? Something that is of no use should be pleasant to look at. It was a good thing he found the color pleasing. He moved back slightly after that. She would have felt his breath on her cheek. He waited for her to answer.<br/><br/>"That's a long time. I've enjoyed having you." All true. "But you have to understand something the others don't seem to grasp yet." He stepped closer again, into her, his torso pressing against hers. From having been courteous, this new intimacy was sure to register as a contrast with the girl. Kadyle lowered his head, dipping his chin between the ferret and her ear. "You belong to me, Aly. You came to my possession when you were driftwood after your home shut you out." He'd waited for this - a man who could have just about anyone, and he'd made a game out of savoring her innocence. What use would a bewildered, broken woman be, anyway? She had her footing now, and was primed to be molded.<br/><br/>"You can see it as growing up, maybe. You've been too sheltered." he continued and straightened up, hands behind his back even if their bodies were still touching. "Education. You've not learned much about other people, because it's harder for you. But I'll school you from now on. And you will do as I say." A master doesn't ask for permission. Vokalt had snuck closer, to sit on the side of his master's leg where the ferret was, also. The large animal stared at her familial hungrily.<br/><br/>Eventually, Kadyle gave her space back. "Why don't you walk me to your room, Aly?"