Sandro's eyes lit with respect. She could have lied, and he could have let her lie... but she'd told the truth. He tilted his head as he considered that bit of trivia. "That makes things simpler, my dear. By the rights of salvage you are now the property of the Salverio," he said as though observing a change in the weather. "If you'd been free I might have had to put you back overboard, or clapped the chain on you myself. That should have been most distressing."
He took a slow sip of his wine. "Oh, go back to saying 'I'- you'll upset the foreigners. As for my will with you, I haven't got any, Sindra. I haven't kept a bedslave for years or a nursemaid for longer...." he turned a new idea over in his mind. "Do you read or write?"