Her words - formal, blue-blooded and commanding - had stunned the three men. None of them had really expected such curt words from such a small woman, certainly not one both naked and little more than a slave girl. There were rumors that she had formerly been some sort of noble, but nobody quite believed it til that; the rumours of her crawling around fellating everyone with a prick was rather more well known and the two didn't quite add up.<br/><br/>Their stupour was short-lived, but she was out of the kitchen and in the hall by the time they started hollering at her retreating backside. "Gentlemen is it?" "Not like we're gonna be gentle with you, hey hey!" There was plenty of laughing, and more jeers, but territorial as they apparently were they didn't follow her out of the small kitchen. Neither did they turn back to their work, at least not in the period that Zoey was still in hearing distance.<br/><br/>Over at Quentin's office the man let out a curious "Yes?", before Zoey slipped inside and his interest faltered. With neither word nor indication of what to do he returned to finish penning his letter in clear, neat strokes. If he was angry he didn't show it, though that was as likely because he didn't know anything of what happened or that his meal was endangered.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>