She looks at him. Not at all convinced that it had nothing to do with being pigheaded. She looks at him. Shaking her head even as he spoke. Sentimentâ€¦such as life debtsâ€¦she had never understood. What was the meaning or purpose behind such a thought? She never had learned the answer to that. But she merely watches him.  Studying him even as he talked. Saying unemotionally. â€œThere is no probably to it. The night air is frigid and even harsher the later it gets. Not only would you have gotten a coldâ€¦you would have been turned into a popsicle.â€ she says bluntly. Sheâ€™d never really been one for tact.<br/><br/>She looks at him. â€œAnd do not call me Mistress. I do not claim any such title anymore.â€ she says. Though it came off as a rather mysterious hint than a sharp way to end that sort of talk. She looks him in the eyes. Frowning. He had a point but she still figured he should restâ€¦not sleep but take it easy. â€œFineâ€¦you can not sleepâ€¦but you are still going to relaxâ€¦even if I have to make sure that you donâ€™t move myself.â€ she says simply. Again making a statement and not an offer.<br/><br/>She backtracks to his comment about him not moving on over something as silly as his stupid believe that he owed her some form of debt. She sighs and growls almost dragon like. Muttering to herself in Draconic for a moment. He was nearly as stubborn and insistant as she was. Something she was not used to dealing with. She looks him in the eyes. Saying without any sign of emotion. â€œI do not believe in debts or life debts. Whatever silly notion put the idea into your head you owe me anythingâ€¦please kindly take that notion from your head.â€<br/><br/>She takes note of how he likes his clothing. Looking him over. And noticing his eyes. She decides a forest green color would suit him perfectly. As it was her fabric that would be usedâ€¦she really didnâ€™t even think of the option of giving him an opinion of what color he preferred. She sighs. â€œYou may keep the clothes then. I will have one of my peopleâ€¦mend it as best they canâ€¦wash it by handâ€¦and dry it as well. Then it will be returned to you folded and in as good a condition as possible.â€ she says softly.<br/><br/>She pauses and kneels back down. Sitting on her butt so that she was eye to eye with him. While still sitting directly in front of him. Shaking her head. What was sentimental valueâ€¦he was so very similar to humansâ€¦but she couldnâ€™t tell if he was a pureblood human, a mix blood, or some other race entirely. And this air of mystery that surrounded himâ€¦rather excited her. But she quickly squishes that emotion.<br/><br/>Standing for a second she calls out to another creature in her homeâ€¦it was a nymph that she'd saved a few years ago. And she looks around. â€œSyee! Syee! I have need of your asssistanceâ€¦.please come here for a few minutes.â€ she calls out. Waiting as she hears a faint reply. Too faint for human ears to catch. And then turns to him again. â€œI was trying to be kind and offerâ€¦but let me rephrase itâ€¦you will owe me nothingâ€¦but so long as you are a guest within my homeâ€¦you will be receiving food and drink.â€ she says seriously.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/nymph.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Syee<br/>Water Nymph<br/><br/><span style="color: #0000BF">Syee appears out of a puddle of water. Walking over and looking from her savior to the strange male that she was sitting in front of. "You called for me Lady Osioa?" she pauses and looks back to Osioa. "Are you needing me to make some clothing for this strange male visitor of yours?" she asks. Her voice held a hopeful tone to it.</span><br/><br/>Osioa nods her head. "Yes...he wishes for it to be loose in the thighs for his pants...and broad in shoulders and chest area for the shirt...as well as keeping in mind that he desires that to to be loose fitting."