Hesitantly, Yes

Slowly Willow turns around and lowers herself onto her knees. While she is facing you she cannot bring herself to look you in the eyes. "W-why me?" Willow asks, hurt clear in her voice. "I-I'm a nobody." You smile softly at her before responding.

"Just about everyone in the **** pens are. But I see something special in those pretty eyes of yours; I see the girl who would make me a man." Willow's cheeks darkened even further at the implication of her making you a man. Slowly though she pulls her body toward you, her tattered blanket failing to cover all of her. Willow seemed deathly aware of this as she stopped every few inches to try and fix it so she remained covered. An effort that would see little to no results.

As she neared the bars of the cage, the Faerie hesitantly extended her trembling hand towards you, still afraid though trying to keep it under control. Shakily she placed her small hand into yours. You wrap your whole hand around hers, amazed by how frail she seemed to be. Rubbing your fingers around her hand you try to ease the frightened faerie.

"Thank you Willow." You see a small smile on Willows face as she steal a glance at you before she once again looks away, too shy to keep eye contact. "Garmen, the door." You order, not caring of Garmens opinion on the faerie. "Are you sure I can't interest you in another sir?

Perhaps a brunette Wild-Cat girl from the jungles of-!" You snap your finger in Garmens direction, interrupting his offer. Willow shrinks back at the gesture almost as if it was directed at her. "Shhh shhhh it is okay. That was not at you."

You ease Willow while continuing to rub her small hand with your own. You also point at the door with your other hand, ordering Garmen to unlock the door. "This is a mistake young master." Garmen says under his breath as he unlocks the door. Once unlocked you stand up, pulling Willow up as you go.

You release her hand so you can open the door. As you do you noticing that her hand lingers in place a bit, even reaching out for a split second to retake it's place in yours. Once the door is open Willows wings begin to twitch as she breaths heavily, clearly nervous. This also makes Garmen nervous as he backs away a few feet. Why you have no idea.

Willow hardly goes up to the mans waist and is about eye level with your collar bone. "Now now it's alright." Slowly you reach out and take her hand back into yours. She allows you to do so, seeming to take comfort in the gesture.

"See? Not so bad right?" Slowly you walk backwards, pulling her out of her pen and into the main room.