“Here, you can own anything, apparently except Tuloan asha,” Reis muttered, finding a great deal wrong with that. “Humans can usually do more than an asha can.” Ezra might not understand that because he seemed more intelligent than most. Asha were very base, and while Ezra may be in some instances, his mind was different than what he was used to seeing in asha.<br/><br/>When Reis brought him over to the asha he explained that he preferred a male companion, and seemed as if he might be content to pick something out himself. Reis would let him choose if he was willing. Reis wasn't worried. Asha were so rarely aggressive, and while he was looking he explained to the salesman he was looking for a companion for his asha. It was not so uncommon, especially for someone who was away a lot, not that Reis was. He was still keep an eye on Ezra, watching as he sat down close to one of the males. All seemed well initially, and the salesman was already talking price on that one in particular. Most likely he thought this would be an easy sale.<br/><br/>The snarling cut through the noise of the market, and Reis saw when the male lunged for Ezra, who had done nothing aggressive to warrant such a reaction. Ezra yelped and scurried away, going to his only point of comfort while the creatures had a fit. Ezra had never seen anything like it before, and he pulled Ezra up, close and away. Their simply tethers would not hold if they were insistent on getting to Ezra.<br/><br/>“What in seven hells is wrong with your stock?” Reis shouted angrily. “They are all rabid!”<br/><br/>Still fuming, he pulled Ezra's hand away from his face to survey the damage. Already, his expensive pet had been injured twice, and this time a mark over his face no less. Any sort of scars would devalue him, not that Reis had much hope of selling him on in the first place, but any flaw would add to the difficulty if he decided to do so. The man who had been trying to sell Reis on one of their asha was trying to regain control over the situation, kicking at them with the side of his boot to quiet down. He had the red head removed completely, but even being kicked at, the asha didn't lash out at the man. Ezra had only sat down beside one of them, hardly doing anything Ezra considered offensive, even for asha behavior.<br/><br/>“My sincerest apologies. I've never seen anything like it. I promise you, we do not tolerate aggression in our bloodlines,” he said, voice full of appeasement as he ordered water, and clean linen brought over right away. Reis didn't let anyone touch Ezra with their filthy hands, but had Ezra press the linen to his face, trying not to focus too much on the blood again himself. It was not so bad as the night before, but he was getting tired of dealing with bloody messes.<br/><br/>“Then who is liable for the damage done to my asha's face?” Reis snarled, “Surely you are not insinuating that I am at fault. The attack was entirely unprovoked.” If Ezra had puffed up, or bared his teeth, Reis might have been a lot more understanding, but the young asha had maintained a friendly, open demeanor. He'd seen that, and so had the salesman. Likely, Reis could have walked away with a free asha if they didn't seem so incensed at the sight of Ezra.<br/><br/>“Perhaps a human companion?” the salesman suggested. “We have a few in stock still, if that would suit you better. All are of gentle temperaments. I really can not say what has gotten into the asha. Perhaps yours is going into heat? I accept full responsibility however, and would like to make this right.”<br/><br/>Reis stared, unamused by the suggestion, but there was likely little else the man could offer. He was not going to take home any of the incensed asha, but Ezra needed.. something. Now, he was given chance to take a human from the slave system and offer them wholesome work. He wasn't supporting it if he was not exchanging coin.<br/><br/>“Show me,” Reis decided.<br/><br/>Their human stock was pitiful. It was obvious they prided themselves in their asha, but Reis didn't care what they looked like. He didn't have to order Ezra close, and given his upset, and his upset the night before, he only wiggled slightly in irritation at his clinging. Some of the slaves were out right away, having taken too much interest in Ezra. Some.. just didn't seem like they would serve his purpose. He settled on one in particular, a hideous man with skill in farming, and livestock. He was built like a brick wall, muscular, but with layer of fat over that as well, given him a less defined, but no less imposing stance. He was riddled with old pox scars, obviously ones that had been left untreated. Blind in one eye it seemed, and balding. He had a limp as well, and when asked he claimed he'd been kicked by a horse as a child but it didn't bother him any more. He was just gimpy, half blind, and ugly as sin. Reis was okay with all that, especially given his 'yes sir, no sir' sort of attitude. He had flogging scars running over his back, and Reis decided he'd test the man, knowing that he understood the lick of the lash.<br/><br/>“You see my asha there?” Reis questioned.<br/><br/>“Yes, sir,” he confirmed, though he didn't look. Reis told him to.<br/><br/>“He's attractive, no?” he asked, his tone even. The slave shifted uneasily, but nodded a 'yes', not wishing to offend. Reis ordered him to go to Ezra.<br/><br/>“If I ordered you to fuck him, would you?” Reis asked.<br/><br/>The slave flinched. He was starting to sweat. He seemed to deliberate this for a long moment.<br/><br/>“No, sir. I would not,” he said. Reis ordered him to touch Ezra, and the slave did, though since it wasn't specified where, he ran his hand gently down the side of his arm.<br/><br/>“Let him touch you, Ezra,” Reis ordered, his tone stern. The big slave didn't look to Ezra, though he clearly look ashamed to be doing what he was doing.<br/><br/>“If I threatened you with another flogging if you didn't, would you fuck my asha? Perhaps I am here because I want to see a big brute like you rutting over him. You would not presume to question your master, would you?” Reis went on, crossing his arms over his chest. The slave looked to the salesman, who gave him a look that clearly said 'do as he tells you.'<br/><br/>“I'm sorry, sir. I would not be able to do as you asked, even under threat of the lash. I am not a brute.”<br/><br/>This was clearly a man who wanted to obey, but knew he would not be able to follow the order. Most would not refuse so openly, but he was obviously an earnest fellow, and he touched Ezra like a man who hated himself for it. He obviously wasn't disgusted, and when he did glance to Ezra, they were open looks of apology. Obviously, he though Reis a sadist and he wore his gentle temperament openly.<br/><br/>“Perfect. I'll have him as compensation for the damage done to my asha,” Reis decided, thinking that he would suit just fine. He motioned Ezra away from the big man.