"So," Mikhail said, shattering her thoughts as he pointed a fork at her, "when your master beat the living daylights out of you, did you actually deserve it?" Ansel shot him a dark look, and Celaena straightened. Even Ilias was now listening, his lovely eyes fixed on her face. But Celaena stared right at Mikhail. "I suppose it depends on who is telling the story." Ansel chuckled. "If Arobynn Hamel is telling the story, then yes, I suppose I did deserve it. I cost him a good deal of money--a kingdom's worth of riches, probably. I was disobedient and disrespectful, and completely remorseless about what I did." She didn't break her stare, and Mikhail's smile faltered. "But if the two hundred slaves that I freed are telling the story, then no, I suppose I didn't deserve it." None of them were smiling anymore. "Holy gods," Ansel whispered. True silence fell over their table for a few heartbeats. Celaena resumed eating. She didn't feel like talking to them after that."