"A Master's wealth is judged not by how much money they have, but by how many slaves they have under their care." Laura explained, finally edging towards the bed, and sitting on the edge of it. She wasn't surprised at all by the reason behind Stiles' sudden escape attempt. She brushed a hand through his hair - she knew she should be angry at him, and she still was, but sometimes slaves needed gentle coaxing and reassurance, especially those born out of captivity.
"Derek could have three, ten, twenty slaves, and he will still want all of you just as much as he wanted the first one." After all, she knew her brother, she knew the way he thought, and she knew that they had been raised by the same woman, one who had respect for her slaves. And while Laura didn't trust herself to have the emotional capacity for many personal slaves at all, she knew Derek had it in him.
"If you weren't a slave he wanted, if he thought you would be better off with another Master, he would have sold you. I would have encouraged him to sell you. But I think we all know that will never happen."