"Eleven for me." Nell said. He jumped when Evander touched his cheek, not expecting that and rubbed at the spot he'd touched. "Oh, think nothing of it. It's the job. Everyone gets over affectionate. I know I am."
Sometimes too much so, especially when he'd been drinking. "A slave?" He said then, looking at Evander quizzically.
"Yes, but it's very simply set up here. I suppose you do what you did there only they pay you. Well, they pay Harry and he gives you a cut of it. The rest goes on food and clothes and up-keep."