Trillen looked at her, bewilderment on his face as he was suddenly moved from the hallway into the bedroom. "The Devil huh? Guess that would explain all the blood we had to clean up from time to time in the basement. Never did understand why he had to waste all those cows and goats." He was being dead serious, a thoughtful expression on his face as he looked toward the ceiling remembering. "Nothing really. Other than I guess own me and seen to my teachings. He was pretty fair to us. Well, most of us anyway." He remembered how the women slaves would cower in fair whenever Lord Draco had come near and the older males would look away so as not to make eye contact. He guessed he was one of the lucky ones as Draco had taken a liking to this boy who had stared at him with open curiosity. "Kate. What is wrong?" He moved to rub her arm reassuringly, not quite knowing why she was so worried about him. It was the life of a slave after all to be ready for any sort of punishment from their masters. Lord Draco was just another master to him.