"What do you seek from me?" Samuel asked.
"Your blood," Nancy said out of the blue before quickly pressing her lips with her hands to shut herself.
Samuel sighed.
"You're mad at me." Nancy provoked him further despite telling herself inside her mind to shut up.
"No, I am not." Samuel clarified. "I do not have any right to be mad at you. Those were your words." He looked at her. "You said I am no one to ask you about any matter. My job requires me to follow you to every corner of the world and abide by your rules.
I dare not complain. Therefore, I cannot get mad at you either. It is only right of me to follow you around quietly."
Nancy's eyes widened. "But you blabber shit about your rights all the time." She complained.
