"Then we have a deal," Oded replied with a hearty chuckle. He played his guitars every evening he was without companionship, but he rarely sang. He had done so for her as a means to gain her confidence, though he enjoyed it. The other women, both human and not, who came to his quarters were not interested in his musical abilities.
"The hour grows late, Red. Shall I escort you to your wagon?" he asked her, holding out his arm to her. All good things came with time and Oded was laying down the foundations of trust and friendship that he could manipulate later on.