"Well, Miss LaDeDa," Ten said, with a raised eyebrow. He picked up a towel off of the back hall rack, that had been left for him, and ran it over his hair.
"They're my servant, sot yours. You'de do best to remember."
He picked up a second towel, and tossed it to her. Sorin and Els knew their place, and met his needs, and knew enough to anticipate he would want a dry slave.