He regarded her for a moment.. he had enjoyed the first few seconds of her response to his kiss, but now  his manner warring between anger and compassion... anger at her reaction... compassion for her being forced into a new and difficult situation.  The bruise on his inner thigh made him lean toward anger.. but her bitter tone and somewhat hurt manner made him feel almost a bit of compassion for her.<br/><br/>After a moment longer, perhaps staring at her for a few seconds, he finally replied…. Pushing a bit past anger, to explain the situation to her first  “You are source, focus and familiar, by the terms of the contract, if I wanted you to serve sexually, you had no real choice about the manner.  The contract actually does give you a few rights, I can not force you to do harm to yourself, or anyone of your bloodline, indeed, it requires me to prove you with food, shelter and companionship, at least in myself, as well as protection from anyone or anything you can’t protect yourself from, but beyond that, allows me to command you as I desire“  He paused to let her think about that one for a moment, to understand how deeply she was bound to him, and how badly she was screwed.<br/><br/>“Now.. My first order, as your master by contract..  You are forbidden to harm me, or allow me to be harmed if it is within your power to prevent..   Do you wish me to punish you for attempting to harm your master, or are you going to knell and apologize?”