[ Her response is given in a form of a defense, as Caster shields herself from a man who she is choosing to ally herself with, yet still has the potential of being her enemy. If she could gather who he really is, such potential for danger would likely be heightened through identity alone.

Ozymandias, for once, isn’t too concerned with his position. He will always be pharaoh, a being closer to the Egyptian Gods than to man, yet he knows he commands no kingdom and wields no discernable power on El Nysa. In order to change that, he would have to confront his reality. He may want a servant, but he cannot afford to pay them, and there has been no opportunity to have someone indebted to him.

He begins to walk towards where she stands, making his way past the gates and towards their new home. ]

Yes. We are simply lost souls, making our meager beginnings together with what little we have been given. [ Then, he halts in place, gazing down at her. ] As far as where we stand next to each other— I wonder about that. Whether you are worthy of being my equal or not has yet to be determined.

[ Judgment of his situation aside, he smiles down at her. He doesn’t think this will be too bad. If he dares say so himself, it will probably be fun. ]

Still, I shall afford you the respect and the honor that you demand. Magnanimity is not so far from my reach, after all!