It presented some relief that neither Airlea nor Eryx took offense to Tempus's free speaking. He took note not to abuse that freedom, seeing as he wanted his owner to take to him, but he did enjoy the thought that he might eventually get Eryx to blush without getting beaten or reprimanded over it. It was also nice knowing that Eryx was the one who held his deed. They didn't know he knew of Eryx's past in general, but it was easing to know he belonged to someone who knew what it was to be in the position of a slave.<br/><br/>His lack of familiarity with their direct culture meant he had no idea what they meant when they mentioned the name Ganymede, or servants to the Gods. He assumed it could be something he might take offense to, but he pushed the natural reaction aside. He was a slave now and keeping himself in place was more important than pride, at least for the moment. He turned his attention to the description of work Eryx provided while they made their way to the edge of the crowd. The three horses procured were beautiful, he thought, and it was nice to think he'd get to work around these animals in general.<br/><br/>"You want to know if I'm comfortable?" He asked incredulously, raising a brow at Eryx even as he took the lead to his given horse and gently stroked its side. "I'm by no means an expert of equines, or the equestrian arts, but even as a free man I'd rather be among these fine beasts in my work than among men." His defined way of speaking was evident of an educated man indeed. And on top of that, he was quite comfortable near the horses they had now. When he mounted, he did so with easy, like a natural rider. It was only his size that hindered him in any way.<br/><br/>He naturally looked about from this higher perspective, his thoughts going briefly to what would happen if he made a run for it. They were not likely to take precautions against him running, mostly because he was unlikely to succeed. Assuming the horse could get him out of the city, it wouldn't be any faster than they could follow. They were both competitive riders, and although they didn't have horses made to compete, he had no doubts they'd catch up to him. It wasn't like he wanted to run in the first place, he was merely entertaining the idea for a fraction of a moment.<br/><br/>"I think I shall adopt a habit of keeping my mouth shut in the presence of your father, miss Airlea, if I may call you by your first name," He kept his tone carefully even now, making himself seem a little more reserved than he actually was. "I shouldn't like to make anyone angry, especially if any form of punishment may follow." Which brought him to his next order of business, "If I belong to you, Eryx, does that mean you expect me to call you Master?" Even the suggestion made him want to cringe a little. He was already mildly attracted to the other man on sight, and to call him master would put him in a weaker position, one he wasn't prepared to put himself in so easily. "You don't strike me as a traditional type of owner. No offense; if anything, it makes me more at ease to serve you. I only wish to know what your expectations of me are. I would rather know in advance than to learn by mistakes."<br/><br/>For example, how much talking was he comfortable with? Was he allowed any leisure time if he finished his work? Was Eryx ever going to be inclined to try using his position of power to 'force' sexual activities on him? A small tremor ran through his body, both frightened and turned on. It'd be interesting, to say the least, if Eryx did become attracted to him in a romantic way. He had to take his time, wait for the man to die before he could attempt to harvest his soul. That was the only way he would be able to take it; if he tried forcing the death early, then Death himself would surely become angry. No, he needed to be discreet. Patience was going to have to take precedence here, and he thought he might as well enjoy himself in the meantime.