Chenzo could feel the stress Doc was under from the words he spoke, perhaps the induced stress was intentional. Regardless, no harm would ever come to him, there was too much respect. Respect and honour are commodities all desire, few have.
"Turning a blind eye is all we ever ask, senor. I can appreciate that doing so may grind against your morals but I'm sure you are very glad there is no slave trade anymore, at least not driven by us. A new age where machines take care of all the hard work exists. Quite why this move was forced rather than openly welcomed and the time it took also rather embarrassing. Si, the only people that are slaves these days are on Free- let's drop that for now."
He paused, as if to pretend to think when the memory of Sarah was in his mind all too clear
"Senorita Coyle, si. I do remember her. Quite a fine young lady I might add. I am surprised she'd ask after me. What did she ask about?"
His eyes glistened with the lady who'd made quite the impression on him
