In a way, Anthony was touting a sort of communism. Maybe even a form of fascism that worked in theory and in practice, unlike it had on Earth. He did not believe that anyone could do anything. Kings were born and not made. Farm hands were strong. Warriors were brave. Kitchen help could cook. "A person is suited to only a few lives. I might long to be a warrior like Steven, to protect my master and his possessions, but I was not born to that. Many of your people were not born to what they would want to be. I do not believe you when you say that everyone has the same advantage. I saw how your people scattered when we came. Had it been reversed, my people would have come together to protect the weak. We studied your world from a far. Midgard was broken. Her governments, her people... Everyone hated everyone. So many were starving. Here I am, the Prince's personal slave. I want for nothing. And so many of you were dying. Every. Day."

It was getting to Steve. The logic. But he needed his heart strings tugged too. And that Anthony could do easily with the questions presented to him.

"If my master wished for me to mate, I would. It is my duty. But I was glad he did not want me to. I am not interested in securing my line. That's selfish of me. My children would be able to serve Prince Loki when the apples cease to keep me young and I pass to Hel or. Valhala. One day he will ask me to give him my progeny and I will do as he wishes. Or I will ask him to allow me to have get. And he will allow this too."

He exhaled slowly and tried not to let the thought of being replaced make him angry. But he was hot headed and his eyes flashed Amber as he looked at Steve.

"My prince is looking for a way to come for me. I am not replaceable. Not easily. None of us are. We have centuries of training, our skills can not just be transferred. And he trusts and cares for me. One day he will need to find another but that is not today."