Alex rolled his shoulders, turning his glance from the girl, to Kristóf, and back again. Kristóf caught his glance the second time and, looking vaguely amused, lifted one dark eyebrow.
He was going to take that as permission to speak up.
Spreading his hands out before him, Alex shook his head. "I'm looking at this another way. Yes, those of us who the laws bother can get around them easily enough -- money, power, influence, cunning... but we shouldn't need to. Why should we be concerning ourselves with the illegality of unpaid servants?"
Once upon a time being pureblood made you practically royalty. Now it made you feel like you were the subject of the witch hunts muggles had conducted ages ago.