"Clearly." No one else was dressed as nicely as he'd been. He filled out, whereas many slaves were weak and malnourished. He'd been given access to places mortals would never see. His collar could be removed. Magica knew of his reading and writing, and the slave still lived.

Different was an understatement.

"And you can't think of a single thing you've done that has placed you above your station. Just random happenstance, the luck of the draw."