“So, am I occasionally going to get a visit from the Janette of the past whenever you're in the mood for some angry sex?" he asked.

“Would you Like to?"

"I'd Like to know what you want."

She paused at those earnestly spoken words from him, and the playfulness of her smile turned into something much more genuine.

“It's kinda sad that you even asking that makes my heart go all fluttery, isn't it?" she said.

"why?"

“Because it's not a question I'm used to people asking. My old friends occasionally tried to give me what they thought I wanted. They were usually wrong. I don't really think Freddie ever gave a damn about what

I wanted. Even my mum and dad never asked. Well, not more than: ‘What do you want that will shut you up?' And here I'm sat washing your cock for you after telling you that you can have anything you want from me and all can you ask is what do I want?" She sighed with a pang of sadness, and then finished cleaning him to cast aside the cloth and consider the question.

“It's not really something I'm used to."

“Take your time if you Like, Jan."

“No. It's an important question, I think. Especially now. I think things have changed, haven't they?"

“Are you kidding me? Did you not notice the orcs we've started hanging out with? I'd say that's a pretty big lifestyle shift right there.”

“No, I mean, between us. It's all out on the table now. Literally." She gave him a crooked smile whilst cocking her thumb over her shoulder to indicate the ravaged table on which they'd just fucked.

He returned the smile and a happy little huff of air escaped his nose.

“I guess you're right."

“I don't think that things can be the same anymore. After all I did to you; when I got here I kinda just rolled with the punches. I got to have you, and it didn't really matter that I had to share. You made me safe. You made me happy. And for a guy who I strongly suspect of being a virgin before you landed here, you fuck like a damn sex god. So I was content to be the slave girl for a while, and part of me still is. But now, part of me wants more. If I'm beside Algra in your kros'nath then I need to do more. I want to do more. I want to help you, but I also want to walk my own path, y'know? Until now I feel like I've just been tagging along on yours. And as much as I hope our paths run alongside each other as much as possible, I don't think I can just be the slave girl any more."

“Alright then, I get that. So what is it that you want to do?"

“I kinda Like the path you've put me on. I Like managing your plan, and

I've started talking to Emmet about maybe helping manage the camp. I want to learn how to fight so I don't need you to protect me all the time, and so I can have your back if the shit ever hits the fan. I like learning about this world, and helping you figure it out. I think you might have been right about me being able to be able to speak for you, because a lot of the orcs you train with come to me when you're busy if they have problems or if they need anything. I like helping.”

“I'll make sure you get more authority to do that then. Once I'm proven, I'LL make you my official right hand woman."