pray for me (now, and at the hour of my death)
Neah leaned forward, the look in his eyes half-lidded with an odd hunger, and Link felt his shoulders growing tense, wary of the animalistic desire lingering there, alight with fascination. "If I were you, little crow, I'd be more careful about how I addressed my master."
"You're not my master. Leverrier is."
"That's the same thing, and we both know it."