So, his name was Motto. Dox frowned slightly, the expression pulling down at her lips. How hard would it have been to say so when she had introduced herself? He continued to talk, so Dox kept silent, listening.<span style="font-style: italic"> “When you speak I will know it is to me.”</span>Oh, wait just one second. Was he ordering her to not talk to others? Do keep silent unless she was speaking to him? Was this how the women of his sect were like? Silent? Without opinions? Dox noticed the man's gaze harden, and her own eyes grew slitted into a glare. He certainly seemed like someone who took their duties a bit too seriously.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“You will not hide from me. I am your protector. No privacy. I will always watch over you. You will not hide from me.”</span><br/><br/>A noticeable blush bloomed across Dox's cheeks as her pale eyes shifted to the corner beside her bed. If she had been paying attention, she would have noticed Motto's stance hadn't changed. Meaning he never looked away. He had seen her bare skin! Dox felt heat rise within her chest as she became uncomfortably aware of the man's eyes upon. She had to say something, right? He had just told her-<br/><br/>"That's not going to work, Motto." Clearly unhappy, Dox's arms unfolded from in front of her chest and instead moved to rest on her hips. "I might be a lamb to slaughter, but that doesn't mean I'm not human too." It was a sad reality for Dox, one she had grown to accept: her death, even still, she demanded a right to privacy. When she was changing, at least. "Do you expect to be watched while you're changing?" The woman had to relax her jaw as she grit her teeth. How unfair was it that she would be forced to deal with him and Parsifal. "All I'm asking for is a bit of respect." Surely she was entitled to that, at least?<br/><br/>Dox's mouth opened to say more, but the sound of her door opening shut it. She twisted her top half to spot Parsifal slipping in. His eyes were half lidded and he was patting his stomach happily. "Never had a meal quite like that before." He had left the door open and Dox saw one of the serving girls from dinner giggling out in the hallway.<br/><br/>"Please tell me you aren't bring her in here? I'd like to get some actual sleep." The birdlike man flushed and shook his head. It had seemed he merely wanted to know where the pair had run off too before joining his bed warmer. It seemed Parsifal didn't give a damn about tradition. He just wanted to stay the night to get his whistle wet. Not that Dox cared. She merely sighed before heading to her own bed, obviously sullen over something. Parisfal left the two alone just as Dox slid into bed. "You don't have to watch me while I sleep, you know..." His gaze made her uncomfortable. Maybe it was because he was so attractive? Or maybe it was his age? Dox had heard rumors about it. "How old are you?" It's not like she had a lot of time left, she may as well ask.