Serissa didn't know how to address the vampire. "My lord" and "master" were reserved strictly for Ansel. She knew she should show respect somehow but she was drawing a blank. It scared her more that he thought she was a stray. She had her tags on, and of course, Ansel's name was written on the inside of her wrists. She was his.
"No, sir," she finally said, pulling her sleeves up slightly so, if he didn't see the tags, he could see the tattoos.
"I am out with permission," she decided to add, just in case her answer wasn't good enough.