Re: Main Auction Room
Fenrir looked between the two that were bidding for him. Looking at the man, he noticed how pale he was (and he had to admit, he was quite handsome). He had to be a vampire. That flustered woman was bidding on him as well and he wasn't too sure if she was a witch or a vampire as well.
So he assumed it was a witch.
Swell. A vampire and a witch in a bidding war for a were. He wouldn't have believed such a thing if he didn't live it. He gave them both a cheek little grin, as if to give them a glimpse of what they were bidding on.
While he deduced that Tabitha would be easy to escape from, he hoped the vampire was as well. He started to think that maybe his blood could make the vamp sleepy and he could leave (along with some jewelry or cash) and head back home. It wasn't a bad idea.
He just hoped those two kept bidding and no one else joined in.