“You do realized that a hair ribbon could be used for a weapon then used in the hair again. Where as a hand mirror would work as a weapon but then would be useless as a hand mirror.” He said as he looked around the room from his spot in the closet doorway. “It is not hard to learn how to use them to fight off an attacker, I could teach you.” He smiled trying not to hint that he found her embarrassment cute.

“From what I can tell and remember yes, I am bound to you and your orders. You could tell me to kill myself or others and I would have to comply, but I will fight it for as long as I can.” The lady returned with the servant’s clothes that the princess had ordered to be brought for him and he smiled at her. “Thank you.” Disappearing back into the closet he quickly pulled on the clothes. They were better then what he had had on last time he had been human. “What it means is that by day you have a very loyal hound and by night you have me.” Stepping out of the closet he knelt as it just felt like the right thing to do before her. He knew enough that he could not sit in a chair without her permission and he did not want to be towering over her as she sat and he stood. “if you don’t think your other guards will throw a fit about having a strange human that they know nothing about guarding you then go ahead and appoint me your guard.” Pulling his dark black hair back the slight points of his ears were revealed as he quickly braided up the waist length hair.

“I am not saying call off dinner, just you have a new one you invited to your table…” a look of frustration crossed his face as the collar started to tighten around his neck again. When it let up he went on. “Invite those you have seen for more than a day.” Gritting his teeth he looked away from her trying to fight the pain. There was a spell that was trying to keep him from harming any plans the mage had for the princess. Then another thought sprang to mind. “do not drink or eat anything that comes from any ones hands but your servants, and only what your cook makes. No gifts of food or drink, I fear spells and poison.”

Looking back at her he sighed. “I don’t want to you to feel that I am trying to make you call off your dinner with those nice princes and the lords, there are just some that have ill…” again he winced in pain as the magic fought him on talking of the mage. “damn him and all his breed.”