Slater's eyes darkened at the mention of a lusty Lord, and even more so when she spoke of Harry. So, she was working for him now instead of being where she belonged in Slater's rough yet kindly arms. She'd been there before, her pale skin being cuddled in her time of turmoil - that was where she was meant to be now and he found himself wishing her mother's words were true.
"Fisher, eh?... can't see what he'd want with you, Mary, he likes boys' business." His tone was sharp when he spoke of him but he lightened at her expression. "I'm all the better for seein' you, darlin'. Such a pretty sight is a gift for sore eyes. And mine are very sore!" he told her, patting her nose.