He was boorish in his bluntness. If he ever wanted to be irresistible to her, Grimoire would have him develop a silkier way of being direct. Being forthright about attraction was how one found a bit of pleasure, but females were picky about presentation. Grimoire handled ill presentation well because she grew up with it, but to see all his potential in looks and the charming smiling was heartbreaking; Of all the women he could woo, he was unfortunately limited by his garish tongue. Still, when his eyes stuck to her like a puppy struggling to contain their excitement at getting to play with their favorite toy, her skin crawled with pleasure. A plus side to bluntness was that he made her feel beautiful and desirable.

Instinct combined with indirect suggestion seemed to overwhelm Segin. She observed in a nearly adoring way the lick of chops and the shake of his head. To pull physical evidence of emotion from him tickled her tail with flattery. She did, however, note that she needed to slow down and give him more time to think. She forgot that not every male preferred or understood coyness. Instead, she considered that boldness maybe what Segin would appreciate.

Admirably, he was able to voice the conflict in his head. Despite his presentation, he was already far above many wolves mentally. To take confusion in ones head and present it in words was a grand skill. Grimoire listened patiently. At first, she meant to answer his question immediately because she was eager to share an idea foreign to him. However, the look in face suggested he was continuing to think, so Grimoire held her tongue. She was glad she took the time to pause and wait for him to complete the process of creating associations in his brain.

At his question, Grimoire first wondered if he’d experienced the miraculous bond? Imprinting was an intriguing phenomena. The Demon female often wondered if her imprint were out wondering the slopes of Moladion… She often thought it would be a grand thing to have a pet perpetually on her side. However, no such opportunity presented itself to her. Her soul, maybe, was inherently incompatible with other wolves. As much as she wanted to continue to entertain thoughts of imprinting, she set them aside in order to address the subject on hand. She tried to weed out commentary and say only was was necessary for him to fully grasp both of her offers.


"By temporary, I mean that for long as you are in my service and doing the job I outline for you, I would satisfy your masculine desires. By permanent, I do not mean imprinting. What I was proposing is to provide you with a female slave.

A slave is a living thing you own - there is no other type of owning other than that you know of over caught prey. In other words, the slave is your prey; it has no option in being hunted and used as a resource. However, owning something alive comes with a few added benefits, one of which is sex whenever you want it. The cherry on top is that you owe them nothing; it is not a business transaction between you and the slave, so you can keep them for as long as you’d like."

Grimoire paused here, hoping she had been direct enough for Segin to understand the idea behind a slave. She tilted her head to slightly, her ears flopping gently to one side in earnest inquiry; was she successful in her explanation?