"Those are for me?" Samandriel asked, staring at Mitchell for a moment before he remembered himself, blushed and looked away. "My apologies," he corrected immediately, "I thought perhaps you'd just finished shopping for yourself. It is rather a lot. Thank you, Master."
Too eager to get out of his now cold, soaked pants, Samandriel started work on the knot he'd cinched in the drawstring. He'd heard other things going on at the Auction House, even in the Infirmary for the time he was there. That Mitchell hadn't availed himself of any kind of sample didn't really mean that he didn't want a whole look at what he'd bought, right? Not only that, but he was the vampire's property and so he didn't feel as though he had anything he should be hiding.