Convenient for control, and to keep us from asking too many awkward questions. I believed it, though. For a time. That I was just...some monstrous thing, with no hope for anything beyond what my master could give me.

It's fine, we have the situation under control. And I've been here long enough and seen enough attempts to know how it goes. We've had power hungry, powerful people try before.

[Lust sighs. She's sitting on her bed and she leans back, against her pillows, reaching to gather Henry the Espurr into her arms.]

Does your friend also 'work' for that man? Or are they an outside observer?