Re: Holding Pens: Buffy
Scott let his eyes wonder over the slave. She seem obedient but he also knew there was something behind that. Could she be the one to help him, he wondered with a raise of his brows. "Buffy?" Coming close to breaking his strong outward demeanor, but held himself together.
Nodding to the handler to not worry about her question, he crossed his arms over his chest and glared at her. "Scott." Turing to the handler. "Is she taken?"