Natasha cocked an eyebrow as she looked at him. Had he saved them? She could plainly see they were quite happy where they were. While she was against owning slaves, she saw some good in what he was doing.
She finished her drink, pushing the glass back to him, and chuckled softly. "I didn't know you had a heart under all those layers of sarcasm. Well, a heart and a fondness for alcohol. And a talent. Another Black Russian, please."