Natasha smirked, looking at the two men. "Normally I would insist, but they seem to like it here. Plus being around all this beer isn't so bad. If they want to come with me, it'll be their choice." She then grinned. "If they stay here And direct any slaves that need help though, I'll reward them with a kiss per person." She trusted Metatron wouldn't be mean and she knew a fellow slave would be better to help someone else out.