<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">To Abbey</span></b><br/><br/>He chuckled in good humor. 'you are a wise girl. But tell me, if you were starving, should you be any less grateful to whomever gives you food just because it is basic sustenance. I do not take for granted what is given to me. I have lived long enough to know that nothing should be taken for granted." He had also learned that anything you have a right to, can be taken away. "And just because you cannot say, does not mean you have said yet, or better yet, asked for it." He did not mean that in a sultry way, so much as an outlook on like. the Order was a product of necessitate, but that did not mean he had to abuse it.<br/>He listened carefully to her story but he found it odd. "Truly, I find that odd. Maybe I am only an old pile of slime, but I sense something in you, something strange and something special." he did not know what but he wanted to find out. "I would like to try something with you, that has a touch of risk involved. I understand if you say no."