"Yes...living...is good." She lowers her hand when he chose the option of living, the cold lifting from the room slightly, though not completely. The frost remained on the window, and the chill that surrounded them could still be felt. Like she knew it would, the ice covering the wound that the young man had received from the woman she'd dispatched began to melt, and the skin underneath began to heal into fresh, new skin. Had she just thought to tell him that in the first place, maybe things would have gone over a bit smoother, but that process didn't even go over in her mind, still half asleep from being detained so long in the catacombs below the mansion.<br/><br/>They leave the room, and like before she trails after him, silently as a ghost in the night, keeping her eyes focused on his back. He speaks to her, asking what he was to call her, and for a moment she does not answer, processing the question before finally telling him, her voice the same as before, quiet and coldish. "Pruina. You can call me Pruina." She didn't think to ask what his name was, nor did she even think she needed to know it. She would learn that small fact if he ever chose to tell her, in fact, she could go on like this not knowing his name. Maybe it was better that way.<br/><br/>She could tell that her presence was off-putting for him, but she says nothing, does nothing. She was used to this sort of reaction from others. Instead, she ignores it and continues to follow after him, walking into the room that he enters, seeing that there were several other people sitting around a large table. When they see her, the tension rises, but she keeps quiet, her dead expression not lifting as she stood behind Derek as he sat down to join the others.<br/><br/>One of the men asks who she was, as she no doubt was making them even more nervous than Derek, it showed on their faces, the way that some of the shifted in their seats, some even turning their eyes away, trying not to look at her and her appearance. Her reason for being there among them was explained, but a lot of them seemed uncertain, skeptical. When one asked if she really saved Derek, her eyes flick over to them, staring them down, not blinking, and they look away but wait an answer, which was shortly given.<br/><br/>It also came as a question to her as well, if she wished to stay with him as a job opportunity. Turning her eyes from the other man, she looks at Derek with blank eyes, and like all times before, the words came after a few seconds pause. "If that is what you so wish from me, I will work under your employment. So long as you do not choose to do what was done before by the others, and lock me away." Raising a hand up, she rests it upon her chest in a sort of butler or maid sort of way, and bows slightly to him, her hair shifting slightly as she moved, before standing straight again.<br/><br/>"I am yours to use and command as you see fit." After finishing what she had to say, Pruina falls quiet, folding her hands in front of herself, staring off into space and ignoring the looks of shock and surprise. Pruina had made her point, and there was nothing more to be said or heard from her on any point of this topic. All she had do now was wait for Derek to choose what happened next.