"Slaves is the word you're looking for, I believe," he looked at the two men. "Make yourselves useful and go bring up another keg of the Gehenna Stout, will you?" The quiet one grabbed his friend's shoulder and tugged him away even though the younger man was still fixated on Natasha's cleavage. "I got them cheap, they're not very bright but as long as I don't let them sample the goods too often, they're alright." He didn't want to give Natasha the impression that he'd gone entirely soft. Though he had managed to save their lives. The slave master at the auction house had had enough of the two idiots. Particularly the mouthy one and was going to give them to a gladiator school to use as sword practice dummies.