She nods, eyes downcast, utterly submissive to him, and has been, since she entered. "Thank you," she says, taking the offered refreshments. "I do not have a name. I am the product of the union between my mother, and a favored high priest of my mistress. I have been raised to serve her orders, without question. I have been trained in the arts of pleasure and research, primarily, although my skills are general enough to accomplish many given tasks. I have also been trained in the powers of the mind, for both combat and general purposes," she replies, evenly, though he can sense she's a little nervous.