Re: Holding Pens - Hermes and Carrick
Hermes couldn't help but smirk. "The auction house doesn't hire your kind, Master," he said simply. He'd been following the trails of thoughts as far as he could since he'd been there. What he wanted was to go home with this cunning man who clearly realized exactly what he had an opportunity to own here and probably wouldn't kill him immediately just because he smelled good and control was an issue. "Or if they do, they haven't been anywhere near me. Arrangements could be made easily, deals struck that would have you taking this valuable commodity home at a considerable discount without having to waste time watching what might well be a bidding war." A bidding war that would have made his former family a great deal of money that Hermes was all too willing to screw them out of.
"I have been extensively trained on how to pleasure both men and women, yes, my lord. I've also been given a bit of training on what to possibly expect from various classes of my betters who can become other things at will, though there's been no practical application of that knowledge." There were quite a few weres in this part of the world, while Hermes himself had come from a rather witch-heavy corner. He didn't know if his Master meant to keep him to himself or to whore him out for the information he could bring back. The man might well have had some kind of pimp or cuckolding fetish that Hermes wasn't aware of. He couldn't know. He couldn't hear.