Travis looked at Phoebe who was silent. He approached the maid and looked at her seriously until his brow furrowed.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"No, it's not like that." Phoebe shook her head, then worked up the courage to look at Travis. "I ... I just feel weird about the rules you give."
"Weird, which part of the rules is weird?" asked Travis.
"Everything," Phoebe replied, bending her face because she wasn't comfortable with Travis' intense gaze on her. "Eh...I mean, Why is the rule leaning more towards my interest, not my profession here as a maid?... To be honest, I feel that my existence here is just like living a good life as I work less but you give me such a meaningful reward. It makes me feel... Feel like I don't deserve all that because..."
