She takes the dress and holds it up, her eyes widening. She doesn't need to ask why he has a womans dress handy, the pain is pretty evident no matter how much he tries to hide it. "Master, this is lovely.. but are you sure? I wont mind just going naked until I can wash up my tunic." Her voice soft and understanding as she reaches a hand out to place it over his heart.<br/><br/>"I feel I have hurt you, it is clear you do not wish to own me. So when it is time for you to deliver the cargo I can sneak into the box again and try my luck in escaping the pirates." Nevermind that the punishment for a runaway slave are usually very harsh, it is clear that she doesn't want to cause him any pain as she holds the dress close to herself her eyes large and thoughtful.<br/><br/>"Oh.. well yes you are my master, the cargo belongs to you and I was in the cargo. But.. I understand, a lot of men are not comfortable with the idea of owning another sentient being." She neatly avoids using the word human as she is anything but. She can feel his heart beating against her palm as she slowly extends the other hand to hand the dress back not wanting to soil the memories it brings with it.