Once she was modest, he relaxed. He moved towards her with the clothes, offering them to her. His stride was slow and cautious as if he were afraid of spooking her. He wouldn't be surprised if she was afraid of him but this was the best course of action. She had three options: remain as his mistress and want for nothing except her freedom, be tossed back in the dungeon and left to rot until she drove herself craziness with loneliness, or simply be put out of her misery and killed it.<br/><br/>He didn't want to force anything on her, but he knew she could not be let go, even if she swore not to tell anyone. There could be not witnesses. It was simply how things worked.<br/><br/>"There's no need to apologize, miss Hatsune." He then paused, thinking for a moment. "I'm sure you have some questions but let me first express something to you. Although I am keeping you in here as my mistress, I will not force myself upon you or do anything to harm you. This was simply the best option for you. It was either this, be left in the dank cell, or be killed. I hope you don't mind that I made the choice for you."<br/><br/>He regarded her with silver eyes, his expression unreadable. "You are free to ask me any question you would like."