"Yes, the Mark," she further explained. As Millie spoke about it, she kept her eyes upon the woman. She was watching her expressions as she spoke, trying to gather from the emotions that Millie was carrying about the event how she'd feel in that situation. She imagined she'd be nervous. It was the only emotion she could imagine in the presence of the Dark Lord. Nervous, but certain that she wanted nothing more in her life then to serve him.
And to make her father proud.
"I hope I can receive my Mark soon," she said with a dreamy look. She turned her wine glass, thinking for a moment.
"Does he call upon you often?" She was so curious.