Examining the scar, Bastian pinched at the skin and moved it around a little. "You're right. I can't remove it, but I can heal it. Follow me."
With the garage door shut and with no way for her to really escape, he didn't look over his shoulder to see if she was following him. If she wasn't behind him in short order, he'd tug on her collar telekinetically and make her follow him. He was allowing her the choice.
Calling over his shoulder, he spoke with a bit of disgust. "I won't have one of my slaves marked by another. I'm surprised the handlers didn't try removing the mark in order to get a better price, but then again they're not the smartest group."
Bastian opened up the door that lead to his greenhouse. Moments later, he entered and began walking around until he found the plant that he wanted. Removing four large leaves, he turned to hand them to the woman. Without waiting, he moved to leave the greenhouse and headed back towards his work room. Upon entering, he moved to the wall of premade potions and lotions. This was his private potions room, but the thought to keep her out hadn't crossed his mind. Picking up a bottle, he turned back to her and gestured toward the table.
Bastian took a leaf from her hand and opened the bottle of lotion. "Take your shirt off the one side so I can apply this properly." Opening a drawer, he pulled out a knife. "I'm going to have to open up the fleshier part of the scar for this to heal correctly."