Dallisetria would have purred, if she had not yet heard what had came out of the human female's mouth. Her eyes narrowed, and her sharp teeth gritted against one another, trying to smile and failing. Her hands curled into fists, her knuckles turning white. She thought over and over again, A slave?! No, I'm not a slave! I'm anything but a slave- how dare you-... her thoughts continued ravenously, somewhat. Instead, all she said was, "Slave..?!"
As Rykanis tried to explain things to Syrah, Dallisetria was having to keep from throwing herself on the woman, sharp nails scratching, teeth biting. Although, it was also hard not to change into an Ocelot, and pounce that way- the nails claws, the teeth making it easier to hurt Syrah... she pushed the thoughts back. She had never known herself as such an angry and violent Kelvic, but it seemed getting called a slave, and the unexpected happening- Rykanis bringing her here- just didn't work too well for her. However when Rykanis had said he was a master, in a Kelvic sense, that did not upset Dallisetria. She did not deny it, or feel a need to, for in a Kelvic sense it was true. When he finished speaking, and that was quite obvious, she cleared her throat and said, "I'm no slave, I assure you."