Mal smiled lightly, rather expecting her questions about him, after all his kind was sort of the odd one out on Phobos and easily represented the strangest of the remaining races on the planet. "Not rude at all, I would expect myself to appear strange to someone never aquainted with my kind..." He leaned forward and casually crossed his arms across the table, "I suppose, based on the historians word, I am a descendant of dragons." He chuckled at the thought, "Though I don't see much of a resemblance myself...I suppose genetics don't lie." He shrugged lightly, "The proper term used in these parts is Dragonkin." He said raising his fingers in a 'quote, unquote' fashion, "And my situation?" He sighed and leaned back again, lazily tucking his hands behind his head, "Indentured Servitude." He said sarcastically, "Though what my people owe is beyond me." He shrugged, "The way of the world I suppose. And my lot is far from the worst among those in debt...like I said earlier, women are treated quiet harshly here once claimed."

"So I guess the plain answer is that yes, I am a slave...though not as strictly bound as most." He said gesturing to the house, "It's sort of like..." He smirked lightly, "Harshly administrated employment."