He didn't. [ He smirks for a moment. ] He was terrorizing those kept him confined.

[ Cullen has never had an animal like this before. Farm animals, yes: chickens and horses and the like. But never a companion. It's been a learning curve, but he's been alone for so long that it's been a joy instead of a source of frustration. ]

That must have been nice, having someone with you for so much of your life.

[ Maybe a bit of wistfulness seeps into his voice and his expression, but Cullen isn't very adept at concealing the way he feels. He sees no reason to try. ]

Does he enjoy the company of others or does he prefer just yours?