When the salesman tried to send the thought to him it simply rebounded right back at him as if the young man's mind was a mirror. "Why would I want to leave," he asked, looking right up at the man completely unfazed. "It's obvious that this young girl is distressed and needs help. And she needs to get away from you! There's no reason anyone should do something they don't want to do, even if there is need of payment! You really aren't all that smart are you, sir. You don't just force your will upon others. And you don't disrespect someone like you are me! I am a guest on your land and should be treated with some kind of respect!"<br/><br/>He shook his head in exasperation and walked over to the girl shoveling manure and gently placed his hand on her shoulder. "Come on," he said. "If you can show me which direction is the way to the mainland, I'll get us off this damned island and somewhere more civilized. Somewhere where the landowners have some sort of respect." The moment his hand touched her shoulder, she was no longer compelled to do what the salesman told her to. It seemed that the young man didn't quite know the power he possessed, but he did seem to know that he was able to get rid of any sort of mental control with a small amount of physical contact, though it had to be constant.