“Do you have to go home, or do you have some time for a debonair gentleman caller?” “Oh, you have some questions to answer,” she said. “You’ll be answering them now.” “I’m an open book,” Jason said. “Come along, slave girl.” “I’m not your slave!” “She’s a rental,” Jason said as they started extricating themselves from the busy marshalling yard. “Six-month lease.” “You didn’t rent me!” “I have a receipt.” “It’s an indenture contract.” “Why do you even have an indentured servant?” Cassandra asked. “Well, you know how you said I should catch that thief?”
