Her eyes widen slightly at your words, but she nods cautiously. She hasn't heard anything like this from her previous owners. It feels... strange. Liberating even. But she doesn't want to get her hopes up too high just yet. Best to play it cool and see where things go:
I appreciate your honesty, Fayt. I hope that means you won't expect me to be a traditional slave girl either. I know my skills could come in handy for your smuggling business...
Oh, of that I've no doubt. I say looking back to the glass in my hand, before swallowing it in a single gulp, and regretting it immediately as it's fire going to my belly. I don't want you to be a slave girl of any type Malia, 'traditional' or otherwise. I sigh, clearing my throat of whiskey as I pour another. Like I said, I'm interested in relationships, the binds that tie us all together. If someone wants to be associated with me, they're much more likely to come through for me, if I ever need them. I say, offering her more whiskey, before realizing she hasn't even sipped hers at all. What I'm trying to say is, if you take care of me, I'll take care of you.
She takes the offered glass, her hand trembling slightly as she raises it to her lips. The liquor burns down her throat, but she doesn't cough or wince. She swallows it smoothly, holding the breath for a moment before exhaling slowly through her nose. It was surprisingly good. Perhaps she should have tried it sooner:
I understand what you mean. I think I could be happy serving under you, Fayt... as long as you're not going to mistreat me.