Lamia looked almost wistful as she spoke, but her voice still had just a barely noticeable slitheryness to it. "Oh I've once seen some really pretty dresses, some the color of grass, other ones that are the color of a clear mid-afternoon sky. The adults can use magic to change their clothes, but I'm not good enough to do that yet." Lamia then pointed to her red hair. "This is my favorite color though, but I thought the sky ones were pretty too, and I saw more of them so I don't know if this color is hard to get or something. Like deer meat, we always got cow and pig meat, but deer meat we got less and was harder to get, at least that's what I was told. But I didn't mind, it was just good when I didn't miss a meal or two, you know, cuz I wasn't fast enough." She spoke matter of factly, all the fear she had seemed to have gone away once he got her talking about dresses. She wondered if he was really going to give her a dress, the human girls she saw had them, so if she was to be like a human girl, it would make sense to wear a nice dress. She got a little excited now, the human children were allowed to do more too, like play outside and with other children. She just never thought a human would ever treat a Rakshasa like that, she thought that all humans hated Rakshasa and would attack them on sight. But this human was nice, more than nice, he acted in ways she had never seen someone act before, especially not to her. She was used to barely getting by and having to do everything herself, no one she knew helped anyone else in anyway if they could help it.