Lion Head Mesa Krýo

If there is nothing for me to stay for, I will go, yes.

Another pause. 

You could join me.

Still, his eyes would not meet her. Arsenio was struggling with a nervous flipping stomach. 

It was not that he wished to buy her, no. It was that he could think of nothing else that would suffice in exchange for the work he had performed. There was nothing that they could offer him that would be enough. If the Greek man could grant her freedom, if he could buy the ability for her to choose, that was adequate.