Nesah quirked a brow when Uriel stood up for himself. It had been nicer when he was still the little brother and they could all bully him. But when he suggested they all hated him, she muttered beneath her breath: "Don't be ridiculous."

Though she gave him her coat, Nesah hadn't intended for Uriel to take her it, but for a servant. He had none, and now both eyebrows rose. This was getting more and more ridiculous. Her brother living the life of a working class man! And his intended wife independent? Of course... Didn't sound like it, considering the fact that she had wrapped her legs around the first man who would have her and had then blackmailed him into marriage by getting pregnant.

Okay, she kind of had to appreciate the shrewdness there...

"Tea, please..." she said, crossing her arms as she presumably followed him to the kitchen. "You know you could get some girl from the workhouse, right? You'd only have to offer her food and board." Admittedly, some dirty workhouse child would probably be worse than Rose. Still, he'd have a servant and that would at least raise him above the working class. At least her brother would have a hint of respectability in that area. As for the others... Nesah had time.