[ a great deal of this, admittedly, goes over his head. it might take a bit of Deep Contemplation to try and puzzle out what this means, and you know what? he doesn't have those brain cells left to fry,

...but what he's taking away from this? is that Shuten has been granted something of a 'second life' (if it can be called that; if 'second' is not the correct number, if any of this make sense at all) and is, perhaps, more 'human' than she's been in a while. ]

Miss Shuten-- do you mind if I ask you something?

[ and though he's asked permission-- he isn't waiting for it, gently nudging at his glasses where none of the concern has bled out of blue eyes. ]

Having a 'master', being a-- ah. A 'magical familiar;' was that something you chose?