"I think we both know the score by now," Poe pointed out. "Regardless of what a slave is supposed to mean towards their master, Magica clearly sees you as above and beyond that. I can't claim to understand it, but it's what makes her happy, so I won't meddle with it."

At least beyond seeing if the slave was a true spy or not. He picked up the book again, this one about the stars and their meanings.