Tis the maids... Not slaves.
The sentence rang bitterly in Jones' mind. But not only that, her tone itself was bitter.
He would have asked her what bothered her but he was in no place to do so.
Having her bought as his own gave him all the rights to interfere with her life and issues once in a while or so someone who misused his or her powers would say, and do.
But Jones, especially during this period where he experienced nothing but a heartache, also, after realising that Fionna had been the one who kept digging up his buried memories of the past, saying more or less would do him no good.
Same as saying nothing at all.
But he prefered taking his chances just by looking at her... At how she swiftly swayed her hips when dusting higher grounds. He had been tempted to offer his hel
