Re: Main Auction Room
"Persnickety?" He never heard that word before. Shrugging his shoulders, he replied, "So wait, a lad has to answer, but not a lass? Ain't that a bit of a double standard?"
He was very much tempted to tell her that back at home, back at Scotland, he was a master. He wasn't a slave. He was never forced to do anything he didn't want to do. Yet he didn't want to give up too much on himself. He wanted to escape. He was sure if he tried to escape, the less info she knew the better.