Mir gave a deep laugh, oh he liked Stiles. "I don't see him around, though. I suppose he had another human to be see for." He had heard so many jokes about being dog like and what not. Really it never bothered him, he liked dogs, what he didn't like was being called or treated like he was not a wolf, like a half breed.
"Really..." he took a moment as they walked to think. "Where I came from all the slaves obeyed or were made to obey. While my mother," he stopped, not having explained to Stiles about his parentage. It was something he was not afraid of, he just didn't want others to think less of him. "My mother was a human slave, my father's favorite in fact, and while she joked around with my father and with me and my brother, she was nothing like Emrys and his banter. Until meeting Emrys I never knew I wanted much more than an obedient slave. While I want him follow my orders I am not put off by him joking or speaking his mind and now...he isn't." He need to get out of his sad funk, before he went back in. But for Stile to take lessons from Jenn...no. "No. While she is obedient, there something about her that is...dead." It was the only word he could think of. "You don't want to be more like her. I don't want her to be the way she is."