"I've never cared much for titles," he said, a hint of his normal wryness returning. If they were getting really proper, then Devin would be addressed not only by 'lord' but probably something along the lines of 'vessel of death'. Good thing neither of those would be happening.

Her answer made him wonder if she was drawing on soul energy like Valdis sometimes did, but without realizing it. "You should probably eat something, even if it's small. Besides, when you are hungry, breakfast is the only thing I'm good at cooking," he told her, heading to the kitchen. Now he was struggling with whether he should be feeding a child or a foal-sized Hound-- but he supposed her canine cousins would eat just about anything.

"I'll make eggs and toast," he offered, retrieving a pan. Coffee, too, but not for her. "Make yourself at home."