“I do have some uses for you,” she says, laughing, leaning into him. “Some. I don't think I could find anyone else who'd serve.” Maybe she could, maybe she couldn't; the main point, and the point she's been attempting to drive home to him since Ruudary, is that she doesn't want to and she will resist any and all attempts to make her. Whether other people are doing it or he is.

He said she could keep him, so she's sinking in her nails and holding on.