His eyes were still locked onto hers, his face still registering shock at her tone, but he found himself obeying her as if he had no willpower of his own.
Which he really didn't, come to think of it.
"Calliope. Her name is Calliope." His voice was tiny. "I don't know. I just started talking with her. She was kind to me. She's concerned about me. She has red hair." Oops. "She had a difficult upbringing, and we found common ground. I offered myself to her, because I didn't want her hunting and harming innocent people for her meals if she had a perfectly willing host. I just didn't want her hurting anyone else." If it was even possible, his voice grew smaller. "I had nothing to lose." He dropped his eyes again. "She holds me. She lets me feel wanted and needed. She listens to me."