"It's a two-way oath," Gregor returns. "On the one hand, an Armsman pledges loyalty." Yes, an Armsman -- that's how far Gregor is willing to let you get into his hierarchy. "On the other, a Lord pledges to be worthy of that loyalty. A pledge from the heart." A hint of a smile -- "We place a great deal of emphasis on the trappings and the ceremony, these days. But, originally, an armsman's oath was in the midst of blood and chaos, to provide an anchor in an uncertain world."

He lets a full breath pass. Lets Jedao hear him.

"I have been that anchor for very many people, since I was almost too young to remember," he tells Jedao. "I have never achieved worthiness. I have found that it's not an accomplishment that can be done and forgotten -- it's in every decision, every day. In every breath."

Gregor has never been allowed to be ruled by his appetites. Still, sometimes they have broken through.

He shakes his head. "No, you're not a dog. And yet, I don't think the metaphor of a leash is ill-conceived. You say you try not to be ruled by your appetites. But do you fear them? Do you wish yourself bound, checked? Is safety, for you, about being restrained from destruction?"

He doesn't wait for an answer. "I don't ask for your soul." Softer. "But if you gave that, too, I would strive to honor it."