He happily took the bottle and then followed her to the couch, seating himself next to her. "Well. . ." He began to pull on the lid, thinking it a strange cork of some kind. ". . . . . . . .All my life, I served my master. He raised me after my mother passed away. She was killed by monsters. . ." He looked down, getting a bit frustrated that he couldn't figure out how to open it. He know if he broke it he'd make a mess, so he didn't try to rip it off. ". . .but master raised me. So I worked for him. . .forever. As long as I did what I was told, I got to stay with him. .and I wasn't punished if I did things right. But my master was sealed away. . . .Sealed by some bitch who was well known. . .The Goddess. . . .But I've spent all my life trying to bring master back, because he's all I've ever known. . .All I was taught to obey." He frowned big, upset now. "And. . .when I finally got him out, he repaid me by ripping the weapon he kept stored in my chest out and letting me fall, nearly to my death as he fought who tried to stop me from bringing him back. . ." Despite his mature way of speaking, he began to tear up. "Master was sealed away once more while I laid on the ground, passed out and nearly dead. I think my body made me like this. . .because it was the only way it could heal me." The tears were dribbling down now and he turned away, the water bottle still shut.