"From where I'm from we don't have servants. We have people who work for other people." He thought briefly about Rachel's family. They had servants, but they were also one of the rare rich people left in the country. His eyes subtle moved to her hand, then back to her. He could dodge bullets. He could probably dodge fire, right? He dipped his head to the side as if considering. "Unless you look at it a little more metaphorically and then we're all servants to the government in the useless cog of life."

Alec McDowell, waxing poetic.

"Seriously, though. What's this guy's name? He have a family? He even bleed?"