Maphrodite enjoyed watching the woman's facial expressions change as he talked, sensing the fear he instilled in her with his words. As a younger man, this would have excited him -- the power, the control. But he had seen it so many times before that at this point it was merely a faint amusement. He knew that he was taking the lead in this conversation, taking it places the woman didn't want it to go at all and he was about to capitalize on it further when she responded to him, her voice stronger than her eyes had suggested. She wasn't that weak of heart after all.
Her words of defiance almost touched Maphrodite. Not exactly what she said, but her determination in not showing weakness. It was indicative that the priestess was acutely aware of her situation and the nature of the man she was talking to, which earned her Maphrodite's approval. He didn't have time or patience for the unobservant and the naive... which a lot of religious figures tended to be, for one reason or another. That didn't diminish Maphrodite's desire for her in any way, though. If anything, it could only fan the flames, but it certainly did grant her a little bit more protection from physical harm.
Maphrodite decided to humor her, just as she had humored him, and answered her questions. "My name is Maphrodite, my lady the priestess, and I am here to find work. You're quite right about slave trading being a business that hasn't got a foot on the ground here, but that won't be a problem. I am a man of many talents. In fact, if you've heard or overheard anything from the patrons here that indicates they may have some work available... any work, mind you, will do. Even things that you would normally frown upon. Unless you have a job for me, of course," Maphrodite said and grinned. "You look tense. How about a massage? I charge a fair price."