The younger lad did nothing more than stare agape at her confession. Part of it was admittedly how brazenly she spoke of sex, of being owned, and of her morning fuck... He had yet to experience the supposed joys of cheap brothels down near the shipyards, where such things were both more common and more obvious than Zoey was being even if she was naked. But no, more than that was the fact she seemed *proud* of herself. She carried herself tall, spoke like a noble, and treated them like dirt all while boasting that she was... What, some fuck puppet that just happened to be the one to fetch his meals? It didn't add up, her pride and strength based on nothing more than taking the old man's cock once in a while. And yet... And yet it was peculiarly impressive.<br/><br/>The older boy was slightly less aghast, though his eyes were certainly taken aback and even as he retorted she could see the hesitation in him. The same thoughts went through his head; he was just advanced enough to keep the sneer on his face despite everything. "Guess the old man is more desperate than we thought." He said, though already his heart was fading from teasing her. It wasn't *working*. Maybe they'd have to try harder... Next time... He looked to his friend for support, but the lad was too flustered to do more than nod noncommittally and purse his lips.<br/><br/>It was then that the third of the little trio turned up, a large silver platter pushed out toward her in offering. He'd overheard the little exchange and was plenty able to add a barb to his words, to see her on her way. "Here. Chef made a little extra so as Quentin can be satisfied about something, at least, this morning." And then, with the food given over, he knocked the door shut toward her roughly.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, a floor above, Quentin was cracking open the few letters he'd had overnight. None were particularly good enough to hold his attention beyond a brief perusal, and he folded them up and pushed them to one side. One demanded a brief check over a large enclosed ledger, but he signed it off quickly, and soon he was leaning back and awaiting the arrival of his meal, and his plaything.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>