Viewing Rooms: Sonny and Dante
Dante examined the other man's eyes. The poor guy was basically an empty shell, groomed to be devoid of personality and free will, perfect for most masters. But Dante wasn't most masters, and he had his work cut out for him with this one. "You are allowed to look at me all you want. For as long as you want. When you want. It's rare for me to order not to look at me," Dante informed him, a smile on his face.
He took his finger away from the man's chin, giving him the choice to look away or keep eye contact. "That's all well and good, but there is a difference between an order to carry instrument cases, and whether or not you're claustrophobic." Dante shook his head lightly. This one was going to be interesting, but necessary right now.
Releasing a breath, Dante said, "Okay, you'll do well. I have enough pull here that I can buy you without you going on the block. I'm having a party tonight for my birthday, you'll help set up with that. I don't have time to get you a suit or a tux for tonight, so I'll have my tailor come over and fit one of mine to you. Oh, and I have two house slaves, and another slave, her name is Keara. She'll be coming with us on the tour. Um.. do you have any questions for me?"