"Of course Lady Tia." He didn't think she was terrible... He just never had any real parental support, none that were particularly splendid at least... Figuratively, he sought after love. Love, despite being a simple concept to most people, was oddly complex to him due to his lack of knowledge of it, along with his lack of having it most of his life at all. It was odd, her touch was beginning to confuse him. He hated it, or just starting to. He didn't want this touch, but he can only accept it. His fate lies in his actions, so being reckless could mean death. His position wasn't terrible, compared to most high society folk she was much more considerate. Yet, he hated those people. He didn't know how to respond either because she made him feel... Awkward. Speaking nothing but 'Yes Lady Tia' was the only thing he could think of. Her soft stomach against her body, and her hand petting and scratching him. It confused him, infuriated him, yet also made him happy, and ecstatic. He could only simply nod while she speaks. His eyes looked around... They seemed to be observing their surroundings, but in reality... Those eyes showed horrors. Not of her, but of these monstrous, grotesque versions of himself that his head would always keep. He felt his arms, where skin used to lack development. It frightened him, because of how scary he knows he is. He simply let his eyes close, a silent poker faced look. "I'm... Sorry Lady Tia, for doubting you. I should know better..." He says, looking down. Love is hard to find Grezra, you may find it one day... Even in a place you least expect it.