"No, just brainwashed and forced to do unsavory things out of gratitude. Or threats. Any employer that threatens you is not an employer." They're a master. And that's not something he wants a part of, ever.

Go ahead, Wash, make yourself at home. York tugs the chair from the desk out and perches their, arms slung over the back, chin resting on top. "Thank god. Who knows what might happen if I try to sleep naked."