From his words, she guessed she'd be spending most of her time within his quarters from here on, which was both a blessing and a curse. She wasn't sad to left the frigid, filthy dungeon behind her, although the relocation brought its own complications with it. By her guess, they were about three stories up, and while she hadn't gotten much chance to scope out the architecture outside his windows, she doubted it would be an easily climb down if she hoped to escape that way. In some ways, she was more isolated up here than she had ever been down there. At his question, she pondered for a moment. "Well, cleaning, of course, considering that's most of what they use us for here when they aren't sucking us dry. Beyond that, I suppose I can handle whatever sort of tasks you give me, I'm a fairly quick learner." Additionally, despite hailing from a remote farming village, she could in fact read and write, something else that set her apart from many of the others in addition to her cantankerous nature. It wasn't bad for a peasant.<br/><br/>Shortly afterwards, a servant arrived with a tray carrying a bottle of wine and a plate of food--a simple fare of meat and cooked vegetables, though still better than the gruel the slaves usually ate. She was caught by surprise when he offered it to her, and for a moment, that look of wariness reasserted itself, as if she expected him to be pulling some sort of cruel trick. She was hungry though, and pragmatism eventually won out over suspicion. With some hesitation, she picked up the fork and took a bite. "Not bad..." she admitted, tucking in with greater gusto now that she had assured herself the vampire wasn't trying to poison her.