Magda felt her breath catch. She...did enjoy looking at Nathan, and imagining him...there was also that one time she saw a good portion of his chest as he walked around Iver Hall in his bath robe.
But Magda shook out of it, stepping back and clearing her throat.
"Mistress...you're right. I crave men of power; I enjoy it, I love the attention. And that's my fault. It's a flaw...but I'm working on it. I shouldn't lust after these kinds of men, and I'm trying to adjust to something more suitable. So...I understand and appreciate what you're offering, but for the sake of your protection, I would prefer not to mix my flaws with rewards. I know you want me back but...I serve you no matter what. But I want to do it as a part of Watchdogs..."
She pressed her lips together.
"I work better in a team, but that doesn't mean I'm choosing them, or Mr Iver, over you. I have and always will serve you first...but this is the best way of doing that..."