Hal gives the slave, Mallory, and approving nod as all information passes muster. He doesn't believe someone would deliberately lie to a buyer in an auction like this, but just because it's not deliberate doesn't mean it doesn't happen. Hal had seen one improperly named cage already, and that's just because it's a distinctly male name tacked by a cage full of women. And Hal has never been nothing short of cautious. He raises a brow at the rest of the slave's, Mallory's, words though, almost amused by the blatant disregard of politeness. "Just making sure. What was it you said? Ah, someone could have 'fucked up on their job'."
A minute tilt of the head brings forward the attendant who has been 'discreetly' tailing him ever since he stepped in the auction grounds. Before the man could speak, Hal already has his hand raised up between them as a sign for him to keep his mouth shut. He did so hate the deluge of information that so often spills from seller's mouth, as if he can't tell the blatant untruths and embellishments designed to help them sell better. Hal motions to the slave. "A ten percent discount from the price I can see on your slate. I will take him now."