Upon the insult being delivered, Onin raised an eyebrow. “Well, aren’t you rude.” Personally, he didn’t think he was that terrible looking. The scar didn’t help, but other than that he had some nice facial features. A square jaw, green eyes, olive skin that always seemed to be covered in some form of grease or dirt, and a thin layer of stubble covering his jaw and upper lip. Onin wasn’t the loveliest, but he wasn’t ugly.<br/><br/>Scratching the top of his head, Onin sighed and shook his head. “No, not really. Is he supposed to be important?” The man questioned. Onin never cared for the pissing contest every city leader held. Who was top dog in what city, which city was the best; none of it mattered. What mattered was his city and it’s survival. His people mattered; the rest was just a waste of time.<br/><br/>Standing to his feet, Onin grabbed hold of Jackson and tossed his over his shoulders. Giving the order to close the gates, he made his way back home. Thankfully he had the largest house, and that wasn’t too far away from the main gates. “No. No ransom, so I hope daddy has an army because you’re not leaving here.” Onin mused. Once they reached his home, the other tossed Jackson onto the floor beneath him with little regard to his health.<br/><br/>“And why wouldn’t I be gay? Is it the muscles? Or my face? Yknow, not all gay men have to look like you. Some can be masculine and still like men.” Onin smiled. “I wasn’t going to consider that option anyway. Not until you put it out there, at least. Now making you my personal bitch does seem quite appealing.”