'There are, but since there arent any other slaves here, you dont need to worry about that." He offered with a small chuckle.
He could remember the moves from his own youth, the hiding sometimes in order to protect themselves. He had meat before though, carrots had been new when he'd gotten money and had loved them.
"Trust me, prisoners get less." He offered a small smile. "Not that we need to think on that for now. You just need to shower and dress so we can eat.'