Promise takes a deep breath and chokes it down. "Phrasing you want is 'I rescind all your orders' -"

Lioncourt grimaces. "Stay. Tell me your name. Sorry. I rescind all your orders from other masters. I really hate this but if I'm going to be your thrall I have to be sure you won't just exploit me more effectively than Yellow has so far. Never give me an order I don't explicitly request."

"Alisyrrabel," she murmurs in a rush.

"Never tell anyone else my name. My name is composed of the four words "Is", "A", "Bell", and "A". Rescind all my previous orders." 

Silence.

"... You are explicitly requested to order me to ignore all my previous orders?"

Promise folds her arms.

"... Okay. Let me bite you." 

Isabella bites her, showing fang, and swallows a little of her blood.

"Try to rescind all my orders again."

"I rescind all your orders," recites Promise.

Isabella attempts to walk out of the room. It doesn't work. 

"Damn it. Tell me the best way you can think of for me to communicate my name to you in such a way that it will vassalize me. I really am sorry about this, but I can't release you until I know for sure my own orders are gone."

"Write it," says Promise through gritted teeth.

Isabella frowns, then tears a piece of linen from her dress. She drags a nail across her wrist, and scrawls her name onto the fabric. It's hardly good penmanship, but it's readable. 

"Read this, then rescind all my previous orders." 

"I rescind all your orders."

Isabella steps out of the room, then back in. She takes a deep breath. "I explicitly permit you to give me the mirror of any order that I have given you. I rescind my order for you to stay."

"Never give me an order I don't explicitly request - rescind all my orders - "

"I rescind all your orders."

Well. Missing that was stupid of her. 

Promise takes a deep breath. "I wasn't going to double-cross you and you didn't need my name," she snaps. She stomps into her room and starts packing things into a bag that looks like it's made out of a giant flower petal.

"I'm glad, but you would have my name and I didn't like the relationship being fundamentally in your favour that way."

"You'd fed me! At least in theory I could forget your name one day - you could've asked for more details if you didn't want to trust me -" Pack pack.

"I was expecting us to end up mutually ordering each other to not order each other, I was worried that you might get someone else anytime in the future -"

She shakes her head sharply. "...stupid, wasting time, what do you need help with packing?" 

"I don't need help. I'm going to pack and then I'm going to set Yellow's house on fire and I could be convinced to make you a gate home if you can travel fast enough that we can put it somewhere out of the way without slowing me down on my way out."

"Good plan. I can travel quickly and I would very much like a gate home."

"How quickly."

Isabella shrugs.

"Very quickly. I don't know how fast you move but I can probably keep up."

"I fly about seventy miles an hour in a hurry." She slings her bag over her shoulder and marches out the door.