"My owner doesn't use me," he replied defensively even though he turned his hand to take hers more for the touch than for the comfort offered. "Not in de way you're thinkin'. Forcin' anyone to fight is bein' used. She jus' bought me anyway. And I'm not a whore either. I wouldn't be in de Green Block if I were. I fight, just like you. 'Cept better."
He grinned crookedly over at her, neatly side stepping her question like a pro. Which he was. He was damned good at evasion when he really didn't want to talk about something and if the other person was persistent, he was equally stubborn in keeping his secrets.