Carrick listened quietly while Mir unburdened himself.
"Vampires are not born undead," he said quietly. "I understand the intimacy that can develop between a slave and a Master."
As Mir went on, Carrick's face did not change, but his eyes fixed hard on the other man, assessing both his words and the desperation in his eyes. He looked down for a moment, considering.
"It's true, she was at peace. I truly believe she will give you no more trouble. But then Jennifer was bred and trained and raised to be the perfectly submissive slave girl. She craves discipline as I crave blood or you might crave the full moon. She needs it, as do all humans." He lifted an eyebrow. "In fact, I'd suggest turning her over your knee once a week, whether she deserves punishment or not. Trust me, she'll thank you for it."
He sat back in his chair. "How did you punish your boy?" He added the slave's name as an afterthought. "Emrys."