His tone was calm and collected despite his growing discomfort and desperate urge to flea. He couldn't meet her eyes. Instead, he stared straight forward.<br/><br/>"Milady, trust is never something I will lack. It is not the issue at all. This is not the life I live. I am not a master of any household, nor do I desire it. I want only work to do that fullfills me, health enough to do it well, and a comfortable place to sleep when the work is done. Asking for me to make decisions... it-..." he sighed, unable to finish his words for fear of causing offense.