Sebastian's vague response did not surprise her. He wasn't stupid and did not know to what extent she could be trusted. Darcy couldn't help but think that his last comment had been a warning. She would have paid proper attention to it, but she was distracted by the way he looked first at her chest - nothing new there; she was used to that sort of attention - and then her lips, which brought out a very different response in her.
Darcy just stared at him for a moment before nodding, not sure how to react to any of it. Was she included in those under his protection? No, it was silly for her to think that way. She was property. More slaves became available daily. Why fight for one?
She did not draw back, though her drink sat forgotten in her hand.
"Telekinesis is...how you made those bottles float?" The terminology was unfamiliar, but obviously he hadn't used a potion, so that left either telekinesis or a spell. "What kind of potions do you make?" Darcy hated exposing her ignorance, and she lowered her gaze briefly, shyly.