[If she notices anything extra awkward about him she makes no sign...probably because she’s busy being extra awkward herself—fidgeting, hands stuffed into the pockets of her trench. Eventually:]

...”Serve a master.” That’s the big one.

And it’s gotta be, uh, certain kinds of requests. Can’t just cheat with orders like “hop on one foot” or “stand on your head”...actually, that last one would probably work...

[She looks down at her still bare legs, cheeks dark]

A-anyways, like I said, you don’t gotta, I know it’s...

[Trails off with a hopeless shrug]