Daemon bit his lip when Genya kissed his knuckles, digging in his teeth to keep from following up on what was clearly intended as sympathy. He didn't want to burden her with his own problems, but she had asked. Which was why he'd glossed over things as smoothly as he could.

In an effort of levity, he offered, "I can loan you a few of mine, if you'd like." A small smile, hoping to bring hers back again.

"Where are you from? Originally, I mean." It had to be a different sort of imprisonment, living in such a gilded cage, bound to servitude. At least he'd been able to escape.