Master Reis seemed very displeased, but this time his ire wasn't directed at Ezra. The Asha whimpered pathetically as Reis pulled him up to look at him, tearing his hand away from the shallow, but bloody, mark the red haired Asha had left on Ezra's cheek. Reis pulled Ezra to the side protectively, and the young Asha clung to his master's coat as the man snapped at the salesman and his violent pets. Ezra stared at the hissing Asha on the ground, confused as to what he had done wrong. He had only be trying to say hello, to befriend the pretty pet, and it had attacked him as if Ezra were some kind of threat. Why didn't the red haired beauty say anything to him? Why had he simply glared and snarled, why weren't the Asha saying anything now? It was all very strange to Ezra, but the sadness he felt at the Asha's rejection outweighed his bewilderment. He stood quietly when some humans came to clean him up, but Master was being incredibly picky about who was allowed to touch him. Without any deliberation, Master had deemed all the humans unworthy to set their hands on Ezra, and the Asha cleaned himself up, holding the linen up to his face to halt the continuous blood flow.<br/><br/>The salesman had mentioned something about a human companion, but this perplexed Ezra. Was Master not his companion? Perhaps Ezra did not fully understand the meaning of the word, so he followed when the stranger led them to the human slaves, still clutching Master's clothing and trembling when they came close. Some of the slaves were immediately intrigued by the olive skinned pet, waving at him and smiling. Some of them were missing teeth, others had old scars on their faces left over from injuries and disease. It was certainly easy to tell apart the Asha from the humans. The pets were well kept, clean, their clothing ironed and their hair combed. The human slaves were presented fine, he supposed, but Ezra could see they were being sold for their capabilities, not their looks. This was reiterated when Master Reis called forth the ugliest of the bunch, a hulking beast of a man who towered over Ezra and his master. The Asha stared wide-eyed at the man, never before having seen someone so big. He didn't know humans could grow like trees.<br/><br/>Master Reis began speaking with the grotesque-looking slave, and when he commanded the man to touch Ezra, the Asha huffed. "Master?" Ezra asked, but Reis glared at him sternly, so the Asha obeyed, standing still while the man ran his hand down his arm. That didn't seem to be enough for Master, however, and when instructed, Ezra nervously lifted up his tunic to expose his lean abdomen. The slave didn't look particularly pleased to be touching him, and although Ezra had been nervous at first, he could feel the slave's fingers shake against his skin. Ezra looked up at him with large, inquisitive eyes, wondering what could possibly terrify such a massive individual.<br/><br/><i>You are scared of Master</i>? Ezra questioned silently, his eyes travelling back to the stern man, studying his intense gaze. Ezra did not find Master particularly intimidating, he was too beautiful for that, but Master certainly did have a temper. Even the Asha couldn't pretend that Master Reis didn't have his more fiery side. He could be mean, too, but the meanness didn't seem to last for long, as Master had been very nice to Ezra since waking him that morning, and he hadn't scolded him for getting hurt. But perhaps humans felt fear differently than Asha did. This was something Ezra would have to find out himself when the time was right.<br/><br/>Something about the human resonated with his master, and Ezra whined in response, throwing his tunic down to cover himself again and rushing to his master's side when Reis waved him away.<br/><br/>"Master," Ezra whispered, close to Reis' ear so the slave and the salesman could not hear his quivering voice. "I do not understand. You said I could have a companion, but this man is... frightening-looking." Ezra wasn't sure how to put his words together to explain, but he hoped Master comprehended his meaning. "He is of great size and appears as though he has been through many injuries. His face has holes in it," he added, referring to the slave's pox marks. "What if he is not nice, Master? What if he hurts me?"