<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">It hadn't been the first time a man had released across his body, but it had been the first time someone was demanding that he wear it to make a point. A mark of possession usually gave Altair some comfort. In this case it was meant to demean and humiliate him. Altair was prideful, but he wasn't stupid.<br/>
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“As you wish,” he responded, tone clipped and short. He was tense as hands explored him roughly, but he endured the fondling. Given the offer, Altair chose to stay, at least until he finished eating. With the man having already been satisfied, he figured he probably wouldn't be subjected to anything unsavory again so soon, and Altair didn't want to cause contrition with the other slaves when he returned to eat in front of them. The moods of these men seemed turbulent, and he wasn't sure when they would remember to feed them again, and as far as he was concerned, he'd earned that bit of peace to eat what had been given to him.<br/>
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“More than likely it will dry and flake off, be it my own choice to remove it from my person or not,” Altair added, hoping to avoid something that may very well be impossible long term. The last thing he wanted was the captain to think he was rejecting his offer, even if he wasn't entirely happy about the terms. Altair knew it could certainly be more. As soon as he finished eating, he took his leave, returning to the brig where the other slaves were kept. They tried to hide their looks of disgust and pity considering they could guess at what the Dusanian slave had been subjected to, and in turn, Altair ignored them.<br/>
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“There's a bucket of sea water if you want to clean up..” the eldest slave spoke, and Altair scrunched up his face.<br/>
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“I was told not to remove it,” he spoke indifferently, settling for the evening and hoping that his time at sea would swiftly be at it's close.</span></span>