Una shook her head. "Not at all. I will pay you for your duties, and giver you vacation time, and treat you well. The Gati do not believe in slavery. I do not own your life. You simply owe it to me. I suppose the difference may be too subtle for a human such as yourself to understand." She reached into her pack and pulled out a small handkercheif. She handed it to him, along with her canteen. "You should wash yourself as best you can. I dislike uncleanliness."