Ruby turned back around to face him, and stroked his cheek, cupping it, and frowning at him. He was so, so young. More understanding than most, she could see, but it was a weakness that would get him judged. A weakness that would see her judged poorly if something were to happen to him.
"Scott." She said carefully, testing the name out on her tongue, and she smiled sadly. "I'm your first slave, you're bound to be unsure of the things you should and shouldn't do." She tilted her head, and tried looking deep into him, into the fear and anxiety. "You weren't born to this order of things, were you?" She mused, shrugging her shoulders. "Depending on the way you look at it, I both was and wasn't."