"Your mind? You would let me enter it? Willingly? I have done this before, but the person never knew it was me or that I was there observing. I might, if you are not opposed to it." She said gently, continuing to run her hands thought his hair, over his cheeks and cradle him with her hands comfortingly, "I have not harmed you, so do not cry, I would not harm an obedient slave. Just calm yourself, and it is getting late, dinner will be here soon, you will eat with me in the room and then we will sleep, can I trust you or the others not to harm me if I leave you unbound tonight, or should I send you to the dungeon cell to be safe?" She asked gently, leaning forward to kiss away his tears. "After dinner I would like to either enter your mind to see the hunter, or have him come forward if you are weary and in need of rest." She said, giving him the option to choose, wondering which he would suggest. Hearing a soft tapping at the door a young man entered, the one who had been the slave to her before Dea. Looking at him with a bit of jealousy the man eyed Dea, hoping his mistress would be safe, and while he was loyal, he was not what she wanted, not entirely. She thought about the redhead girl and possibly sending her home, and a slight frown came to her lips as she thought to herself wondering if his feelings for that girl would get in the way, or if he, like many, would pretend, until it was time for them to be free, or worse, try to get something out of her, immortality, or power, making their love false when she denied them. Taking a slow breath she waved for the man to leave and went to the table to sit and eat. "Come, you will eat here with me at the table tonight, I know it is custom for you to eat on the floor, but I enjoy your company, but instead of looking down, I want you to keep them up, your head high, proud, if you find this difficult then look up to my neck, or lips, I will give you time to adjust to my rules, but if you cannot obey I have means of making you do as I wish, preferably with little punishment and pain since you have had so much in the past and obey very well, I would rather you look at me." She said softly, Looking down at her food she sighed, thinking to herself as she spoke, finding herself not looking at him, "Your hunter, do you think he could see me as anything other than a demon? Attractive, and such, at least? He is mislead about me, comparing me to other demons he and the rest of you have met, and is bull headed, will he even see me as what I really am, a kitsune, cursed by my own past." She said, realizing she was talking to herself as she looked up at him with a smile, "Help yourself, the food is wonderful, eat as much as you like, then once you are finished join me on the bed." She said softly as she ate, thinking to herself, finding herself not too hungry and once finished she went to her bed, laying down, bringing her hand up to her face, the ring on her finger that her demon father had given her, she sighed softly, "What do you think of me?" She asked absently.