Kasumi nods, and says softly, in elvish.  "And I like you better as yourself.  And don't worry about me inside, treat me as slave, or be as forward as you like, I shall not be offended, not for the world.  I have been treated far, far worse, for less reason."<br/><br/>At the front door there is no sign of life, but a short knock brings an eye to the peep-hole. "Aye?" A gruff voice asks.  "Who sent you?"