He was quick to react but she understood - he was a man and he had his pride. All men did. They did not want to seem weak, especially in front of a woman if they fancied such creatures. Perhaps she was stereotyping but that was the way she had been raised. "Then I make it my vow not to make you a toy, no matter what Byron thinks should happen. He is not my sire, nor my master." And if Byron ever decided differently, she would gut him - contract or no contract.
She shrugged a shoulder slightly - security would let him hunt, kill if someone got too rowdy. Or simply kill just because it was that time of night. Why not? "Depends on the story you tell," she noted mildly as she stepped closer to him so she could lower her voice to just be whispers between them. Intimacy in the shadows. "I imagine stories of knights fighting dragons would have very lively shadow puppets." Though they would perhaps be offensive to any dragons traveling with them. Oh well.