Erin opens the door. The poor hinges make an ungodly sound when she does, and again after she steps in and closes it.

She looks pleased.

"So. Terms are on the table. Max is not your property here, not anyone's property for any reason. I'm not going to sit by and watch him backslide into his old hurts if I can do anything about it, which I realize is fucking rich coming from a confessed slavecatcher. Maybe if you start doing better that can change, but here, now? If I catch you speaking to him there will be no end to my cruelty, and I'll also call for backup."