[ Caster wastes no time clutching the keys tightly, a bit of conviction flowing through her body. Despite her hesitance, if he's so willing to welcome a home and allow her to do what she does best...? ]

I will not be your servant.

[ She does demand. ]

I will cook, clean, and provide a home worthy of company and praise — but I will never be underneath you. Is that clear..?!

[ It's not antagonistic, Caster with the fierceness of a fox ensures her words are biteful on purpose. She's not cornered, but she ensures there's a common ground between them. ]

I ask for your company and for you to respect my privacy. [ It's not... much? She could have asked for the master bedroom, asked for dinner dates or monetary compensation, but — there's some odd sweetness to her tone. ] That's... all.