When Leposlava stepped back, head bowed and hands interlaced in front of her, I returned my gaze to a man who looked as though he might as well have seen me fucking her on the table.
I struck while the iron was hot.
"Have you never shared refreshment with a woman, Rens?"
His pulled expressed tightened and scrunched, brow pressing together.
"I have never lowered myself to share drink with a slave." His tone was itching to break free of restraint. "I hold respect, Nikolai, not only for my namesake, but also my station."
"Ah. Well, you wouldn't have to lower yourself too much, would you?" Fuck. He set me up sublimely for that one. Bastard. Before he could froth at the mouth – and before he noticed Leposlava cover her smile with her long, pale fingers - I continued, calm and leveled. "There are no slaves in Rodakrov. All domestic staff within the castle are contracted – be it by indenture or employ."
Rens cocked a golden brow at me.
