"I don't believe he does it for his own enjoyment. He is trying to help his family." Mercedes defends, almost instantly. "It had been difficult, leaving France. But I don't need to explain such things to you."
"Simply... I think he feels... indebted to me, perhaps? I do not know. We met... much in the same way you did a few moments ago." He colours again, but turns away to hide. "Would you like a drink, SeƱorita?" He offers, pouring another glass of the wine, and topping up his own. "I enjoy his company, although he has... he has suitors who offer him much more than I can. I am not sure how he feels."