No reply but a cool smile. No denial either. Vala made no attempt to jerk her hand away from her God's touch. There was no gratitude, no prostrating herself as any of the other of his people would have. She merely sat there and waited, smirking but otherwise submissive, as a good slave should. It was the same smirk he'd seen on Smith's face, except he knew something about Vala that gave him a clearer picture into her mind. He knew where she would go.

Sobek let their hands go down to her hands, brushed her fingers, and settled on her hipbone. The claws flexed, just a fraction, to let her know not to go anywhere.

Yes, he could only trust her safety in his presence. Even his Jaffa hadn't been enough to prevent the sheer numbers of slaves from attacking Eva, and Sobek cared far more about preventing the same from happening to his future vessel. His presence, and his presence alone ensured her continued survival. Perhaps she needed a taste of what was in store for her. All she had to do was see into some of the slave's eyes. He still had business outside to attend to.

"You will attend to me for the time being. When I desire you at my side, you will be there. When I don't wish your service, you will be gone until I have need of you again."