Witnessing the boy's reaction, it certainly wasn't unexpected. Most people would react the same way to such an accusation, but for Sigrun, she was merely just asking about what she observed. An observation that was wrong, as most of her's are when they involve matters of human behavior. However, despite this, her mind was still firmly affixed to the idea of the pair's relationship being wrapped up in slavery.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BF00FF">Friends are an association based on sharing like interests and goals. Perhaps they consider their arrangement of being slaves of each other as "Friendship?"</span></span>thought Sigrun.<br/><br/>It was then that the boy raised an objection about her presence in their discussion, and demanded to know who she was.<br/><br/>The over-assuming individual places her hand over her chests as she recites from memory, "Sigrun Elistrea, 24th division, 4th Hierarchy Holy Guard, born in Neravas, 64 degrees longitude and 42 degrees latitude on the Leonallan map, on a sunday, during the twelth hour and the fifty-fouth minute of September 8th."<br/><br/>After finishing her short autobiography, she mulled over what the boy said for a brief moment.<span style="font-style: italic">"Anyway, who are you to force yourself into other people's business?" </span>Business? Could he possibly have meant...<br/><br/>Her listless eyes shifted between the boy and his female companion, "You asked if I wanted to insert myself into your business? I'm not quite sure if my superior would approve, but if you wish to appoint me as your slave, I couldn't object."<br/><br/>True to form, her assertions are wildly off the mark.