"Well, I suppose I can, but I don't really want to call you anything you don't want to be called. I mean, I know I'm gonna be your master and everything, but... I'm not a slaver, you know what I mean? I'm not really comfortable owning someone."
He cleared his throat, and took a dagger off of a holster on his chest and started to idly twirl it in his fingers.
"Don't think of me as your owner, think of me as your... Housemate! Yeah, housemate. We're living together, after all."