Re: Holding Pens - Samandriel and Mitchell
Of course the assumption would be that Samandriel simply didn't know any better. Or perhaps not much at all. The vampire was perhaps more nervous than Samandriel was, and that little gesture made him wince and look away.
As he dropped his gaze, silently praying to his brother for perhaps some sort of sign whether or not he should continue holding his silence, he saw the shadows shift under the door. The handler was clearly needed elsewhere. It wasn't surprising on an auction day.
Samandriel swallowed again as he lifted his head and looked at the vampire. "Dublin," he said softly, voice rough with disuse. He cleared his throat. "Your accent, I mean. You're from Dublin or at least very close to it." There. His hand had been played. Perhaps not in full, but if this man was going to buy him then Samandriel really did wish to be able to speak with him. He supposed if he ended up beat for it, he'd learn his lesson in full.