Lyons looks at him and shook his head. "As if she did not gain enough wealth from the bets in the arena. She has to resort to preying on a family. Something would force him to hand deliver you. What is it about you that she would so desire you as a pet?"<br/><br/>Lyons brow furrow and he leans in closer and sniffs. He grabs the mug he his drinking. "Blood? This is blood and not cider. Kate what matter of trickery is this? You harbor a slave and he is driven by life source to live. The question remains do I dare trust you?" His tone stern and his expression very serious. The fur on his ears stand on end. Lyons does not reach for his sword or any weapon hidden with in his garments or armor.