418. CANES

'What the fuck is this?' Noah grimaced inwardly, his figure taking two steps back at Erolia's announcement.

"It's this same shit," he muttered making sure the young lady didn't hear him, or he would have shattered something within her. Not that he cared much. At least he didn't at that point.

"Look, kid," Noah tried to speak, but she cut him off. Annoying, but he let it.

"I promise to serve you forever. I'll be your personal servant if you want," she announced trying to make her offer enticing, but her strategy failed, even if they were sincere.

"I don't need a servant. There's nothing I can possibly need from you," Noah explained blank-faced, waving off her offer.

"Th… then… I'll serve you how a woman does a man," she stammered even if her tone contained the exact amount of determination she began with.

"I don't need sex," Noah dismissed blatantly.