Holding Pens: Willow
Laughing he listened to her questions as they walked, reaching into his inner pocket to pull out a small booklet before handing off a wad of riches to one of the men in charge of the Auction, "This'll be the one, and the extra 20% right on the top for you. And really, take some time to give these poor girls something to wear, as well as a decent bit of room and board. They're tattered, dirty, require bathing, and tired. Really it's a reason anyone can see through it to make a purchase."
Rolling his eyes he spun and looked to Willow with a big grin and then gestured forward as they walked, "Right! Yes, what to call me. Well yes, I suppose then that you can call me Doctor. Any of the others is fine enough I suppose, not a big fan of sir--makes me sound old. Which I am, of course, but I hardly look it. Also Lord is a bit... just bleh. Makes me sound cranky, and I'm anything but. Doctor's fine then, Master if you're feeling it."
He gave her a once over then out into the world and open light as he checked his bowtie again, "And yes, me, I am an Angel, or was an Angel, not an Angel anymore; though I do have all the Angely bits, well not all of them... oh what am I? Fallen sounds absurdly dark. We'll just say Angel, they can take it up with me later. Now!"
Turning to look at her, "Let's get you some clothes, comfortable and sexy, either or, or both, and then it's off to home to get you washed up and trained."