Carrick gave a small, dark smile. "No. But since you haven't told me who your Master is, why should I care who you belong to?" He removed one of his hands from the couch cushions and stroked a cool fingertip down Samandriel's cheek. "I could Compel you. I could hypnotise you and make you do anything I wanted... and then command you to forget that you ever saw me."
His finger rested on the white throat, feeling Samandriel's heart beat hard under his touch.
"That said, you loyalty to your Master is commendable."