Annalisa and Louis quickly caught Christine and helped her up. Annalisa checked for any serious wounds, asking if she was okay as she offered her little clothing to cover herself up. Louis looked at the two quickly, wondering to see if there was any wounds he should be aware of. There seemed to be none and he was glad for that.<br/><br/>"He's a good man," Annalisa whispered to Christine as she watched the footman with admiring eyes, her hands over her locket. "A bit of a kiss up but has the best intentions as you just saw." She continued to check Christine, looking for any thing that could last a while. "Are you fine? Did he hurt your badly?"<br/><br/>"Dear language sir," the footman said politely, fixing his uniform while doing so. "These slaves are here for your enjoyment, but we do have a process on how they go to who. Do you really think we just hand them off easily to anyone who demands when they come back? Of course not. We have more dignity than that, good sir."<br/><br/>Louis paused, adding, "and I must remind you sir: You are a<em>servant</em>. You are not royalty or nobility but a mere person who sells and trains horses for the prestigious family here. While it seems cruel to say, it is true. You cannot just barge in here and act as if you have the clearance or allowance to act as you just did towards the slave Christine. She is a rowdy one, yes, bu you are in no way in the right to have acted like you did."<br/><br/>"Now," he said, rubbing his temples as if speaking to a child over something very simple. "You are to be polite and respectful to them, the family, and what they own at all times. Are we not adults after all? And are they not the ones who pay for your fancy knives and crops?" He smiled again. "I thought so."