She gave a little grin of victory when he finally admitted that at least some of it was because he wanted something from her, even if it was just a little co-operation but she didn't comment further.
Instead she went back to shaking her head. Why was it no one ever seemed to understand what she was talking about? Wasn't she speaking the same language as they were? Sometimes it really didn't feel like she was or that there was some kind of code that was being used by everyone else that she didn't know which got her point of view ignored. "You're not listening." She finally said with a frustrated sigh of her own followed by a hard look to him, "I'm not breaking the law by not wearing one. Nobody owns me BUT me."
Maybe what she needed to do was spell it out for him instead? Though why it was such a hard thing to understand, Malia didn't know. They were both weres, and that meant that they were supposed to be considered equals because of it. So why wouldn't she just as free as him? Then again, no one really seemed to believe she was anything other than someone else's problem for the longest time.
"Here. Feel." She said as she grabbed Michael's hand and, against her better judgement, turned around and pressed his fingers against the back of her neck in the same place the slavers had chipped Bella and the other people in the market, "No chip."