"I was worried when you reacted badly to the distelfink, Master," Scrooge said bluntly. "And...I thought she was being unfair to you." He rubbed at his now-healed arm. "I'm a slave, and I know that my pleasure doesn't matter to my master or mistress if I'm called into their bed. My previous mistress would have me pleasure her and then leave immediately, so I had to take care of myself before going back to my chores. You didn't do anything wrong."