"Does he now...?" The girl didn't sound in the least bit convinced, but then she wasn't going to push things either. It was legal, after all, and even if she personally thought it was utterly moral-less to *own* a person, she wasn't going to comment. Besides... Quentin was a good and successful man. A decent employer, too, at least to his paid staff. "That's good, isn't it?" Again with the unsure smile.<br/><br/>She patted Zoey's back fondly, before finally pushing herself up to her feed and dusting down her knees with a small click of her tongue. A little of the oil made a large damp patch on her long skirt, and she couldn't help but experience a small pang of irritation at it. "Well, supposed that's that. You heard the man. I'll sort this out - " she waved her hand toward the array laid out across the floor, even while working out just what she was going to do with it " - you just see to Quentin, or whatever it is you do. You uh..." Her eyes flicked toward the door briefly, before falling back to Zoey. "You sure you're okay with him?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>