"I shall stay here until you premise not to sell her," she said tensely.
"If you stay until Doomsday, it won't worry me," he replied. "You must find some other threat."
Pansy could have shaken him for daring to poke fun at her, when her only desire was to keep him from slave-dealing.
"How can you even contemplate such a ghastly thing," she gasped.
"As what?" he asked in an unconcerned manner.
"Don't you know that slave-dealing is an abomination?"
"It may be in your country, but it isn't in mine."
"I can't bear to think of you doing anything so dreadful," she said in a strained voice.
He glanced at her, a soft, mocking light in his eyes.
"Should you like me any better if I didn't sell Rayma?"