"Hm." He taps the pencil on the notebook, looking off to the side. "What? Oh, yes, How about, you are a loyal, devoted young woman with military skills, but was denied friendship and relationships until coming here. You are looking for someone equally devoted, whom you can protect."

He can play with words, dress things up, polish them out. It's part of why he exists.

"Or whatever it is you want from a contract. I just want to be left alone and I get it."